the bells toll for the blind woman who can ask if you want fries with
that," I sarcastically spat out. I could tell by his tone that he was
beginning to relax since I hadn't said or threw anything at his head. That
changed when I made my cynical remark. I pictured this overweight middle aged
man standing up in front of me, telling me he was going to "teach me"
how to fend for myself.
This
was such bullshit.
"Do
you have any questions?"
Suddenly,
I realized that he had asked the wrong question. I had questions alright. He
wanted to teach me how to clean up and wipe my own ass, I needed to find out
what other things he was going to teach me.
"Yeah,
I have a question. Are you going to reteach me how to give a blowjob, too? Or
maybe how to take it up the ass?"
I
didn't let him answer, I quickly stood up and pulled my tank top off, exposing
my braless chest to him. Closing in on his voice, I continued asking my
questions.
"Maybe
you can teach me how to put a man's dick between these and make him scream my
name. Do you think you can do that, Sheldon?"
He
didn't answer me verbally, instead, he flipped me around, pushing my front up
against the wall and pulling my arm up behind my back as though I was being
arrested. I guess that last question was not one that was on his list of things
to teach. Just as fast, he had his weight against my back, holding me still
between him and the wall.
Oh,
he was going to teach me how to take it rough, huh?
Laughing
was all that I could do. If I could talk to Doc Underwood, none of this would
be taking place. So, I continued my one objective of making him so mad he would
leave. I pushed my ass out and rubbed it against the rough texture of his
pants. More of his weight was placed up higher on my back as he began to
whisper through gritted teeth next to my ear.
"Listen
here, you may have these other people running scared, but not me. All you're
doing is making a huge ass out of yourself. I don't want to be here as
much as you don't want me here, but I have no choice. It's my job. Now, you can
reach down beside your left leg and find your shirt or I will put it on you
myself. Then, you're going to sit your ass back down in that chair and act your
age. If not, I will have one of the orderlies come in here and tie you into the
restraint chair. Do you get me, Hope?"
At
the mention of the restraint chair, I relaxed against his body. I'd had plenty
of experience with the restraint chair and I would choose the other choice
every time. Sheldon could feel my body calming under him and loosened his grip
some. I didn't say a word as I slowly reached down and felt around for my
shirt.
"To
the right," Sheldon informed me as I drifted my hand out to feel the thin
material between my fingers. I grabbed it and jerked up. I didn't need his
help. I didn't need anyone's help.
"Let
go of me!" I ordered. "I don't need you to give me navigational
directions, I know how to find a fuckin' tank top."
He
ignored my remark and moved away from me. I threw my shirt on and went to sit
where he directed.
"Now,
let's try this again. Do you have any questions." This was not a question,
but a statement. I did have one question... a real question.
"Where
will this training be taking place?"
Instantly,
he responded. "Here and then at the home you will be living in."
I
was suddenly filled with nothing but misery and despair. The only place I could
go was to my house, my old house. The house I lived in with my son and husband,
the son and husband who were no longer there. I couldn't go to that house. I
wouldn't go anywhere near that house. My dad tried talking me into selling it,
but I told him to leave and never come back. That's exactly what he did, along
with everyone else in my family. I didn't want to be a part of their lives
anymore. They would only be a huge reminder of what I lost.
"I
can't go back there," I whispered. I didn't even think it was loud enough
for anyone to hear, but Sheldon did.
"Yes,
you can," he
that," I sarcastically spat out. I could tell by his tone that he was
beginning to relax since I hadn't said or threw anything at his head. That
changed when I made my cynical remark. I pictured this overweight middle aged
man standing up in front of me, telling me he was going to "teach me"
how to fend for myself.
This
was such bullshit.
"Do
you have any questions?"
Suddenly,
I realized that he had asked the wrong question. I had questions alright. He
wanted to teach me how to clean up and wipe my own ass, I needed to find out
what other things he was going to teach me.
"Yeah,
I have a question. Are you going to reteach me how to give a blowjob, too? Or
maybe how to take it up the ass?"
I
didn't let him answer, I quickly stood up and pulled my tank top off, exposing
my braless chest to him. Closing in on his voice, I continued asking my
questions.
"Maybe
you can teach me how to put a man's dick between these and make him scream my
name. Do you think you can do that, Sheldon?"
He
didn't answer me verbally, instead, he flipped me around, pushing my front up
against the wall and pulling my arm up behind my back as though I was being
arrested. I guess that last question was not one that was on his list of things
to teach. Just as fast, he had his weight against my back, holding me still
between him and the wall.
Oh,
he was going to teach me how to take it rough, huh?
Laughing
was all that I could do. If I could talk to Doc Underwood, none of this would
be taking place. So, I continued my one objective of making him so mad he would
leave. I pushed my ass out and rubbed it against the rough texture of his
pants. More of his weight was placed up higher on my back as he began to
whisper through gritted teeth next to my ear.
"Listen
here, you may have these other people running scared, but not me. All you're
doing is making a huge ass out of yourself. I don't want to be here as
much as you don't want me here, but I have no choice. It's my job. Now, you can
reach down beside your left leg and find your shirt or I will put it on you
myself. Then, you're going to sit your ass back down in that chair and act your
age. If not, I will have one of the orderlies come in here and tie you into the
restraint chair. Do you get me, Hope?"
At
the mention of the restraint chair, I relaxed against his body. I'd had plenty
of experience with the restraint chair and I would choose the other choice
every time. Sheldon could feel my body calming under him and loosened his grip
some. I didn't say a word as I slowly reached down and felt around for my
shirt.
"To
the right," Sheldon informed me as I drifted my hand out to feel the thin
material between my fingers. I grabbed it and jerked up. I didn't need his
help. I didn't need anyone's help.
"Let
go of me!" I ordered. "I don't need you to give me navigational
directions, I know how to find a fuckin' tank top."
He
ignored my remark and moved away from me. I threw my shirt on and went to sit
where he directed.
"Now,
let's try this again. Do you have any questions." This was not a question,
but a statement. I did have one question... a real question.
"Where
will this training be taking place?"
Instantly,
he responded. "Here and then at the home you will be living in."
I
was suddenly filled with nothing but misery and despair. The only place I could
go was to my house, my old house. The house I lived in with my son and husband,
the son and husband who were no longer there. I couldn't go to that house. I
wouldn't go anywhere near that house. My dad tried talking me into selling it,
but I told him to leave and never come back. That's exactly what he did, along
with everyone else in my family. I didn't want to be a part of their lives
anymore. They would only be a huge reminder of what I lost.
"I
can't go back there," I whispered. I didn't even think it was loud enough
for anyone to hear, but Sheldon did.
"Yes,
you can," he
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