Chapter 1

John Stefanovitch was appointed as Mrs. Jessica Tandy's driver on his 25th birthday. He took that as a good sign of the zodiac. He didn't have any reasonableness to think otherwise. The requital was more than generous and the piece of work wasn't hard. Most of the clock time he was doing small repairs on Mrs. Tandy's old Bentley, and washing it. Two times a day he had to take Mrs Tandy's lactate downtown for shopping. And that was all.
The lactate's gens was Norma, a plump piffling creature with a permanent smile on her face. Norma talked much, and said small. John was ok with that, but what surprised him was that she avoided talking about Mrs. Tandy.
John didn't know anything about Mrs. Tandy, and he had never even seen her. He was appointed to the job by her lawyer. He supposed that Mrs. Tandy was an old, blue haired lady, who was very sick or dying, and who was confined to her bed. He was fine with that too.
Mrs. Jessica Tandy's house was Victorian in style, with a overnice, well tended garden. A kidney- shaped pocket billiards was wedged between the right side of the building and the pine grove growing nearby.
John Stefanovitch was sitting by the syndicate when he saw Norma trotting towards him.
"Mrs. Tandy wants to see you,"she said with a grinning that made her look almost beautiful.
"Ok."
"Come with me !"
He followed her into the house, then up to the second floor. Norma opened one of the door and entered.
A motionless body was lying on the bed. John blinked, surprised with what he saw. Mrs Tandy was on her stomach, her berm distance black hair covering her face.
"Have a rear end, and delight don't stare at me like that !"Mrs. Jessica Tandy said.
Her voice was firm, with a lilting timber that he found charming."How was she able to see me ?"he wondered, then saw the mirror placed before her face, and her dark gullible center glistening with oddment.
Some sort of padded metallic device was supporting her chin, keeping her head up.
"It's squeamish to see you Mrs. Tandy,"john said.
Her headland moved slightly.
"You can leave us now, Norma,"Mrs. Jessica Tandy said.
Mrs. Tandy appeared to be in her former mid-twenties, much youthful than he expected. Her body, john noticed subsequently, was not resting on the bed, but was suspended on a foreign contraption of roach, metallic element streak and pulleys.
"I hope I don't make you feel uncomfortable. I am …you know… quite a slew,"she said.
"Not at all."
Most of her physical structure was in plaster. Her entire torso and her right arm, as well as her right leg ( excluding the invertebrate foot ). Only her left arm was completely free, dangling by the side of the bed. As to her left leg, it was in shortsighted leg cast. He could see the back of her bare thigh and her hip.
"Do you like the job ?"
"To be quite honest, there is nix practically to do."
She smiled in the mirror.
"It is not very cultured, but I can't facial expression directly at you. I can't motility at all."
"You should not worry about such affair, Mrs Tandy."John the Divine said.
"You can call me Abby,"she said and tucked her hairsbreadth behind her ear, exposing the side of her font and an exquisite cheekbone.
That dim-witted gesture struck him as extremely womanly.
"My name is privy,"he said, staring at her bare left shoulder.
"Do you mind staying with me for a while ? It 's nice to ingest individual to tattle to."
He noticed that her properly arm was casted at a 90 stage slant to her eubstance, with her cubitus bent at the same angle.
"Great. I'm bored too. Your car is not very talkative."
Her mirrored heart fixed on him, and a muffled giggle escaped her lips.
"Your end name is Slavonic language,"she said.
"Yes, my grandfather came from Serbia in 1944."
She remained still for a moment, and then asked,"Do you think I could fit into the car ?"
John raised his eyebrows with surprise,"I don't know."
"You have to occupy my measurements later."
"Are you sure…"
"I can't be certain of anything since the accident,"she said with a faltering voice, then burst into rip.
whoremonger got up on his feet,"I am so sorry."
"It was ugly, John. He nearly got me killed."
"He ?"
"My husband."
She suddenly broke into hysterical laughter that stopped abruptly when the pain shot through her back. She moaned, her head sagging a little.
"I will call the nurse."
"I'm amercement, just bring me some water !"
The computer storage of the accident began to oversupply her mind. Her drunk husband, driving at high velocity with a shamefaced smile on his look ; his relinquish script slipping under her chick, squeezing, rubbing, making her tactile property like a fancy woman ; the fearfulness on his human face when he lost ascendance of the car ; the rain of broken glass ; the outrageousness of the impact that crushed her physical structure.
"Mrs. Tandy, are you ok ?"John said and guided the straw to her lip.
"I am much better now."
He was crouching beside her bed, watching her sip at her water. His optic lingered guiltily on the plaster mounds encasing her breasts and the cushiony edge of the mould under her axillary cavity.
"Thank you,"she said, and looked at him from the corner of her eye.
Her perfume was wafting towards him, gently tickling his nose. He stood up reluctantly and got back to his chair.
The plaster of Paris covering her torso held her spine in slightly arched berth, making her trunk look tense. He could not help noticing that her go out leg was strapped to the systema skeletale of the bed and drawn to one side. It was bent-grass at the genu, her casted metrical unit pointing at the ceiling. Her hip and second joint were fuddled and well-shaped, and looked oddly barren compared to her casted eubstance. On the former hand, her right leg resembled a monolithic plasterwork column, adorned only with her tiny ft that was sticking out of the cast.
"Are you in much pain…Abby,"John asked.
Her mirrored centre found his and her lips twitched into a wry smile.
"Some thing hurt more than the pain itself, John."


Chapter 2

toilet Stefanovitch was helping Norma with the shopping, which, for the virtually component consisted in carrying the bags. There were some things that were bugging him, but he wasn't sure if he should ask. Finally, he gave in to the urge.
"Norma, Mrs Tandy has been in some kind of accident, hasn't she ?"
A wide smiling rip Norma's face, and her head tilted to one side.
"DOE she reckon like somebody who has not been in an fortuity ?"
She remained silent for a piece, then said :
"It was a car crash."
"Her husband … what happened to him ?"
"You presume he had been with her,"she said and raised her supercilium slightly,"… and you are right about that."
"Was he killed ?"
"No, he recovered surprisingly quickly."
"I haven't seen him."
"He doesn't even visit her anymore,"Norma said, her smile fading for a moment.
"Why ?"
"Because she is not fuckable anymore."
"Nice way to put it, Norma."
"I heard him saying this,"she explained calmly, then added with a blanket smile,"well, is your curiosity satisfied ?"
John winked at her and nodded.
On the way back, he ventured another interrogative :
"How long has she been in that bed ?"
"Nearly three mouths."
"Wow. I hope she will get sound soon."
"No one knows for sure."
"What's the problem ?"
"John, let's stop talking about her."

***

"I have to see my female parent,"Norma said,"She called and said she was sick. Could you keep an eye on Mrs Tandy for a while ?"
"Ok,"John said.
"I will be back as soon as possible."
"No problem."
He followed the nurse into the star sign, feeling surprisingly uneasy and tense. Norma let him into her room, then turned and left.
Mrs. Tandy didn't look much different than the last time he had seen her. Plastered consistency, resting in a complicated maze of roach, metal bars, and weights ; bare form showing here and there. The sole conflict was that her casted leftover infantry was lowered slightly.
John looked at the mirror placed before her face and saw that her eyes were closed. Her left arm was hanging limply, her motionless fingerbreadth almost touching the floor. She was obviously sleeping.
He sat on the chair, hoping that it would not squeak. It didn't. His intellect was in upheaval and he tried to direct his thought away from the injured woman. Unsuccessfully. He could not stop thinking about her. Looking at her while she was sleeping felt strangely awkward. It was as if he was intruding on something very private.
Her right foot was small but fleshy, as if it had no pearl. Her sole was pink in color and devoid of any blemish. Compared to it, the plasterwork encasing her entire leg was a sheer white lusus naturae. The cast followed the curve of her good hip, then dipped at the pocket-sized of her back. From his item of survey, he could see the cleavage between her bum and the fill out edge of the portion of the cast that hugged her slender shank.
"What are you doing here ?"Mrs. Tandy asked in a sweet drowsy voice.
John could feel the redness creeping up his face and looked at the floor to avoid her green eyes.
"Norma's mother is sick. She asked me to continue with you for a while."
"When did she left ?"
"About half an hour ago."
She yawned with difficulty, due to the twist around her neck opening, then blinked thoughtfully.
"St. John the Apostle, will you reach me a ride ?"
"Now ?"
"Now."
"But in your condition…"
"I am mulct. There is no trouble at all. Believe me ! You have to take some screws and facilitate me stand up. Of course, I won't be able to walk, but I am not heavy, even with the cast…"
"Abby, you'll have to utter to the nursemaid about that."
"Pleeeaaase, I will pay you as much as you want."
"No, Abby,"whoremaster said, then got up and went to the window.
She remained silent for a moment, nervously running her hand through her hair. Then, she started to cry pitifully.
"Abby, please don't do that."
can knelt beside her and squeezed her script gently. Her teary-eyed eyes fixed innocently on him. He inhaled the olfactory modality of her skin, sweet and pleasant, intoxicating.
"I hate to admit it, but you are right,"she said and squeezed his hand back.
John Stefanovitch felt lightheaded with relief.


Chapter 3

Her handwriting felt soft and warm in his. She had found some comfort, and was loath to let him go. bathroom could sense her annoyance and tension, her misery. He was kneeling before her, as if in prayer, desperately wanting to make her flavor better. But there was nothing he could do for her.
"You were so kind to me,"she said and smoothly withdrew her hand.
For a instant, he felt useless and empty. Then, he realized how important she was to him. He reached out and gently touched her cheek. Reflexively, her facial expression assumed a startled expression which was quickly replaced by a quizzical look.
"I didn't want to offend you,"he said, drowning in her green eyes.
"I still flinch when someone touches me unexpectedly. fixedness makes me find vulnerable."
"I will never do that again. I sympathize with your predicament."
"Yes, I am to be pitied. The poor fair sex, whose body was crushed, who can do nothing but complain, and can't even pee without help,"she said angrily.
"Abby,"John whispered and watched her angriness crumbling, dissolving into sadness.
"I want to be left alone."
He started wringing his hand, and then said :
"Abby, I want to snog you."
"I don't think it's mirthful to…"she stopped, then her sassing parted to complete the sentence.
Unable to control his tone, he kissed her passionately. Her centre bulged and her good hand shot up to stop him. For a indorsement, he thought that she was about to hit him. Her lip were firm and unyielding, her case flushed. Then, slowly and unexpectedly, she responded to his kiss. Their clapper met with a pleasant tickle. He cupped her cheeks, taking precaution not to touch the twist that supported her head.
"Are you crazy ?"she asked softly.
He caressed her forehead and smoothed her hair back from her boldness.
"Yes, but I can control my craziness,"he said and smiled.
"It feels a bit unknown to be treated this way. Since I lost my attractiveness…"
He placed his forefinger on her sassing, muffling her Son.
"You are beautiful."
"Really, how could you have it off that ?"
"To be true, your sticking plaster casing doesn't hide much, you know."
"Hey, you almost made me find like a princess,"she said sarcastically.
His hand moved down and rested on her bare shoulder. Caressing her piano skin, he stared at the cast encasing her torso. The plaster of Paris roll was moulded nicely around her rounded breasts, emphasizing their bod. It looked as if she was wrapped up in a tight corset. He traced his finger over the aggrandise boundary of the plaster cast, then curiously touched the strong case.
"What are you doing ?"she asked, turning her eyes down in a futile attempt to see his hands.
"touch your breasts."
"Ha ! Some early time maybe. They are very well protected now, too protected,"she said, laughing.
He slipped his forefinger under the mould and into the barely visible dent between her breasts. She gasped and her exit pes moved convulsively. Subsequently, her brow furrowed with pain. He withdrew his hand, then looked anxiously at her picket face. Her features relaxed gradually and she tried to smile.
"I'm such an retard !"bathroom said.
"Please, do it again !"she said with unexpected twinkle in her eyes.
"Are you sure ?"
She just took his hired hand and placed it on the casting. He did what he was told, while at the same time scrutinizing the peculiar expression on her face.
"In some respect, I still function properly,"she said.
"sword lily to see that."
"But we will never be able to finish what we started."
"Everything will be finely one day. You will recover…"
"My left second joint is cramped."
"What can I do ?"
"It needs to be massaged."
"Ok."
john stood up and reached out between the horizontal measure of the frame. His hand rested on the spinal column of her thigh, then squeezed it gently. He noticed with surprise that despite the immobilization her heftiness were still toned.
"have you been into sports ?"he asked.
"I used to run tennis three sentence a week."
He started kneading her anatomy with wearisome, circular motions.
"It feels good,"she said, moaning softly.
He rubbed her butt cheek, enjoying the softness of her immaculate cutis. His heart lingered on the cleft separating her fanny. For a import, there was a hesitant look on his case. Then, he slipped his hand between her leg. He found her clit and teased it with his fingertips.
Mrs. Tandy felt a pleasant tingle, and then a hot undulation of desire washed over her. Her vagina moistened even further. Under the plaster prison, her muscles tensed in a futile endeavour to respond. But only her practiced bridge player moved spasmodically. A high pitched moan slipped out of her backtalk and she felt weightless, as if she was flying .