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Chapter 2 - My gal, Donna

I clean up, change into my best jeans and Donna is wearing her 
frilly cowgirl dress - both of us dressed for a night at a country and 
western dance hall. She isn't too happy that I have to pick her up 
early but when I give her a choice of going early with me to the 
hospital, then going dancing; or not going out at all tonight - she 
makes the right decision.

Behind some books in my room I keep a picture of Donna hidden 
from my parents. It is a picture that she posed for, in the privacy of 
her own bedroom, using one of those cameras with a timer. Or 
that's what she told me knowing that I don't like anyone else 
seeing her dressed sexy like that. That picture shows the reason 
that I love her. Think about a tall, five foot ten sexy woman with 
long, waist length auburn hair cascading down her back. Her hair 
frames a beautiful face with big blue eyes, and the body supported 
by the right measurements - a 36D-24-34 body. My picture shows 
her wearing nothing but spiked heels, sheer black stockings, black 
lace garter belt, and black lace bra with cutout nipples. Between 
her legs, you can see that beautiful clit that needs sucking on a 
frequent basis. She's my main lover and that picture doesn't let me 
forget it. Ever since that day in one of our high school janitor 
rooms, when she got down on her knees and sucked my cock as 
she played with my balls. That night was the first time that she let 
me undress her and slide my thick hard cock inside her soft round 
warm hole.

I wasn't a virgin when Donna became my girl, but after that first 
night, it was as if my sex life restarted from square one. I still 
remember that night in all its fantastic detail. No one before her, 
has aroused me the way that she did. After the gym blow job, I 
couldn't be with her enough - and asked her out that same night, 
canceling my normal Friday night pool game with Jimmy. After I 
took her home from our date at the "movies", I rushed home and 
called Jimmy to tell him all the details about her. About what we 
did - about what she did to me - about what we did to each other.

That's the only time that Jimmy and I ever had a disagreement 
about anything or anyone. He got along fine with all of the rest of 
the girls in school, so fine that I sometimes felt jealous about the 
way that he was able to sit down and talk so easily with them. I 
used to walk into the school library and find Jimmy with a table 
full of girls, knowing that they accepted him as if he was one of 
them. I don't know what really caused the problems that he has 
with Donna, but Jimmy got very angry at Donna that first date 
night and immediately began trying to get me to drop her. Donna 
quickly reciprocated Jimmy's ill will and thus they began their still 
ongoing feud. So, while they don't like each other, they are still my 
two most favorite people and I spend a lot of time, trying to change 
their attitudes toward each other.

As we walk into the room, Jimmy's eyes light up as he sees me - 
then darken as Donna follows me into the room. I ignore his angry 
glance, recognizing his natural animosity for Donna. Sitting on the 
bed, I say, "Too bad that it's not Halloween yet, or you could go 
with us - you're already dressed like a mummy."

He writes on his clipboard, "And Donna's dressed like a witch."

She walks over toward the bed to read his note and I rip the page 
off the clipboard before she can read it, changing the subject. 

"So what else did your uncle have to say?" Donna puts her arm 
around my shoulder and stares at Jimmy as she purrs an 
incredibly cheesy smile and patronizing voice. "Based on Gary's 
description of your injuries, it sounds like it's going to be awhile 
before you can get any pussy! But I suppose that you're used to 
that already."

I cringe as I recognize the old feud between them starting up again, 
and that I've clearly made a mistake in bringing her with me to 
Jimmy's room tonight. I pull her arm from my neck, give her a 
dollar bill to buy herself a soda and tell her to wait for me down at 
the vending machines. 

She smiles 'too bad you've lost, sucker' type of catty smile at 
Jimmy and walks out of the room, flouting her ass as she walks.

As soon as she is out of the room, I try to sooth Jimmy's obviously 
ruffled feathers, "I'm sorry. She promised me that she'd behave 
herself tonight. I know that you two don't get along and that may 
be part of why I've never wanted to marry her. I know that she 
would try harder to drive us apart if I was married to her. Sorry 
about her crude comments."

He scribbles something then hands to me so I can read, "Look at 
my necklace."

The necklace is a thin gold necklace that I convinced him to buy in 
high school. I thought that wearing it around his neck would 
improve his confidence and make him feel more studly. He 
declared it as being his lucky necklace and constantly wears it. I 
open his night stand and find the necklace, immediately noticing 
that it is broken. I hold it up and show it to him. 

He scribbles, "That can be fixed easily. I was worried that it was 
lost forever." 

"No such luck. What did your uncle have to say?"

He scribbles on his clipboard, writing, "The Senator's got long 
term, big political plans, maybe a future state governor, planned 
for his son.  Who was obviously arrested for being drunk, so the 
old man's willing to spend a lot of money to hush this up. He's 
willing to pay for whatever medical treatment I need for the next 
five years, give me half a million hush money, and twenty 
thousand a year for the rest of my life. All I have to do, is to decline 
to press charges and sign his out-of-court settlement."

"Wow, half a million? Did you tell him that I was in the car and 
thrown out the window by the impact. That ought to be good for a 
hundred grand for me."

Smiling at me, he writes on the clipboard, "I'm thinking about 
agreeing to it. The wreck opened my eyes - about a lot of things. 
With that much money, I can do things that I could never do 
before. I'm going to think about it overnight and then make my 
decision in the morning. If I sign the papers tomorrow morning, I 
can be on my way to see a specialist by afternoon. I'm going to 
need a lot of surgery to repair the damage and cosmetic surgery to 
rebuild my face." 

"With that type of money, you can quit your waiter job and go to 
school full time."

"Yeah. That's what I plan to do. But first, I've got to get my life in 
order - to make the changes that I need to make. My life's going to 
take a new, more positive direction." he scribbled, drawing a circle 
around each of the words "new" and "direction".

"What sort of new direction?" I ask, puzzled because I can't think of 
anything that he might want to try.

"I'll tell you when I can talk again. It's too much to try to write 
down on this clipboard."

"Speaking of talking, I won't recognize you without your buck 
teeth. Are you going to have normal teeth put back in?"

His eyes glimmer as he thinks of an appropriate bull shit response 
for me, then he writes, "Those teeth are my trademark. No matter 
how I'm dressed, those teeth stand out. No, I'm going to have the 
dentist give me a more natural look."

I spend the next hour talking to him, with Donna sticking her head 
back in the room once, reminding me that one of our favorite 
bands is playing tonight. 

I ignore her which pleases Jimmy.

******

The next day, I get a call at work. I grab a clean rag because my 
hands are coated with grease from the car that I'm working on and 
use the rag to protect the phone as I hold the phone.

"Gary, it's Lucille. Jimmy signed the papers this morning after his 
uncle approved the various contracts, accepting the money. And he 
signed the papers from his doctor, transferring him to a hospital in 
the state capitol. I'm going to ride up with him in the ambulance 
which is almost ready to depart now and will be gone for about a 
week to ten days, while he has his surgery. Will you walk the dog 
for me and water my plants while I'm gone?"

"That's fast. Anything else that I can do?" I volunteer, surprised at 
how fast things are happening.

"No, I'll call you and keep you advised how he's doing."

******

Two days later, Lucille calls me at home, telling me that Jimmy is 
in the recovery room, that he has just completed his facial 
rebuilding surgery; and that his urological surgery is scheduled for 
two weeks from now. The specialist doctor wants his body to heal a 
little more before he starts his repairs. His mother plans to fly back 
home and then fly back up when it is time for the other surgery. 

When I suggest that I will fly back with her, she becomes slightly 
flustered. "I don't think that's a good idea. His hospital's has a no 
visitor's policy except for immediate family." She suggests, with a 
weird tremor in her voice.

"So tell them that I'm his brother. They won't know the difference."

"No, I... uh, I think... uh, Jimmy will be in a lot of pain and 
drugged. It might be better if you visit him when he's able to sit up 
and talk. That's it, when he can sit up, will be a better time to visit 
him."

I accept her reasoning, really wanting to go visit him now, but 
recognizing that it will be contrary to her wishes. While I frequently 
go against my parent's wishes, I've never ignored any of Lucille's 
requests before.

******

The old dog isn't her dog. It's really Jimmy's dog but back when we 
were in high school, his mother got it neutered without getting 
Jimmy's blessing first. He screamed at her for doing that to his dog 
and cried as he took care of his dog. Later, when he forgave his 
mother, they used to joke that it is now her dog. The dog's name is 
Lucky and after seeing what that vet did to him, I thought he is 
misnamed. I wouldn't feel lucky if anyone cut my balls off.

Which Donna threatens to do. Somehow, she began to think that 
we are going steady again and got mad at me because she caught 
me screwing around with one of those waitresses from that 
restaurant where Jimmy works. How do you break up with a 
woman when you aren't going with her? To get her off my back, I 
bought her some flowers and arranged to slip out of town for the 
weekend with her to a motel. I thought about driving up to the 
capitol to see Jimmy but know better than to take Donna with me; 
so we just lied to our parents and sneaked away. While my parents 
have always liked Donna, they think that I'm too young to get 
married and don't like the idea of me checking into a motel with 
any woman. I'm almost twenty years old but they treat me as if I'm 
fourteen.

Jimmy is doing all right - or so his mother reports to me. His face 
is all bandaged up. They had to rebuild the nose, the cheekbones, 
and reshape the jaw as well as rebuild his larynx. His voice is 
going to be different but that's to be expected. And his other 
surgery is still on schedule.

******

Jimmy's mother's flew back for the second surgery and came home 
after just a week of staying with Jimmy. I took the dog back over to 
her home when she came back and she made the biggest fuss 
about that dog. She held the dog's neck and cried. When I try to 
comfort her, it just makes her worse. So I let her run me off, then 
go back later when she feels a little better. 

We sit around her kitchen table, talking and laughing about things 
that Jimmy and I used to do. She digs out his photos and we sit 
there at her kitchen table, looking at his photos as if he is dead 
and gone. I tell her that I've received four postcards from him and 
have sent him two letters in return. That causes her to do the 
strangest thing. She grabs my hand and squeezes it tight. 

Tears start running down her cheeks again as she sobs, "Thank 
you for being my son's friend. He's going to need your support 
more when he comes home - a lot more."

I get embarrassed when women cry. So I take an acceptable exit 
and leave.

******

The ring of my phone can barely be heard through my bathroom 
door as I catch up on some of my magazine reading. I run bare-ass 
naked into my bedroom to pick up my phone as I answer "Hello."

"Gary, it's me. How do you like my new voice?"

"Jimmy, you sound hoarse. How are you feeling?"

"Weak. This isn't my final voice, which will be slightly higher 
pitched than my old voice. But its been four days since my lower 
body's reconstructive surgery and today's the first day that my 
doctor has let me talk to anyone."

"Wish I was there. I've talked to your mother but she's being very 
vague about your surgery and I didn't want to press her. How's it 
hanging?"

"Not as low as your stubby cock, but they've repaired the damage, 
although I've still got a couple of relatively minor procedures to 
come back for. I'll never be able to father any children but I can 
pee again and won't have to spend the rest of my life with those 
damn tubes sticking out of me."

"No kids can be a blessing." I laugh trying to joke about the 
seriousness of his injury, knowing that he won't take it personal. 
"And because I'm your best friend, I'll volunteer to be a surrogate 
father for you. Just pick out your woman and I'll knock her up for 
you. When are you coming home?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about in the hospital but really 
didn't have time or energy. I'm thinking about staying up here for 
awhile because I'm going to need some more follow-up treatment 
and I like these doctors. While I'm healing, I'm going to sign up for 
that schooling and will start to get my life back in order. Mom's not 
too happy because she wants me to come back home and live the 
rest of my life in her house. I'm not getting any younger, although 
the doctor tells me that I'm going to look a lot younger; and I need 
to get started on my life. If I come home, I'd wind up moving back 
into Mom's house and I need to live in a place of my own."

"Understand. I've had the same hard time with my parents. Dad's 
tried to kick me out several times for sneaking girls into my 
bedroom, but Mom wants her little bitty boy to stay home. I would 
love to have a place of my own if I could afford it. Hey, that's a good 
ideal. Why don't you come back home and we'll get us a place 
together. That way, both of us are out on our own and still 
together."

"I would love to do that, but I'm committed to a course of action 
here, until after I complete my medical treatment. After that's 
finished, I will be willing to consider your solution. Are you going to 
wait for me or do something stupid - like get married to Donna?"

"She wishes that we were more serious. I can't make my mind up if 
she's in love with me or just likes my big cock. No, she's just my 
main squeeze until my Miss Right comes along."

"Good. Keep telling yourself that or she'll slip a ring around your 
finger - then after the wedding, move the ring up so it's through 
your nose so she can lead you around. I don't like the bitch."

"If you ever have her go down on your cock like she goes down on 
me, you would fall in love with her. She sucks me so hard 
sometimes that she makes my ass hole pucker."

"If that's the only reason that you like her, you'd be better off if you 
bought a vacuum cleaner and a large bottle of petroleum jelly. A 
person's mate has to have more going for her than just having a 
round mouth and empty head."

"I've got it all figured out. I'll marry twice - my first wife will be the
most incredible fucking machine with the most fantastic body in 
the world. Then after she wears out and can't service me anymore, 
I'll find a woman with good common sense and marry her for love, 
children, and a big house payment."

"What do you like about her?"

"She's very aggressive. When she wants to fuck, she tells me. I 
don't like to date women who want to fuck me but pretend that 
they aren't interested in sex. Everyone's interested in sex. If I ever 
meet a woman that lays it on the line, telling me that she's just as 
horny as I am, telling me something like "so why don't we go back 
to her place and fuck all night", I'll marry her."

"Gary!  When are you going to grow up?"

"Never. But let's talk about you. You said that you can never father 
any children. How's the rest of it hanging?"

"Nice choice of words. Well, in about three months, the doctor says 
I can have sex if I'm gentle. Then I can have normal sex after six 
months."

"Good, I'll get a video camera and the Harrison twins. We'll go up to 
their father's mountain cabin and spend the weekend fucking and 
drinking. Just like we used to do. That Maggie Harrison still has 
the hots for you. If you play your cards right, you can wind up 
being the future half owner of the Harrison Drugstore."

"She's nice, but she's not the person that I want to spend the rest 
of my life with."

"Oh, really. Well that last time that Alice and her slipped out of 
their parent's house and went moonlight skinny dipping with us, I 
got the impression that she was the perfect woman for you. I 
remember lying on my back while Alice sucked my cock and 
looking over at you as Maggie rode you. You had a big shit eating 
smile on your face and you were certainly enjoying what she was 
doing to you."

"I have to admit that I was very aroused that night."

"See." I tease.


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