I have no recollection of the accident. Speeding home after a business meeting, I fell asleep and ran off the road into a ditch, overturning the car. I became briefly conscious as they were extracting me from the vehicle, but passed out in a wave of pain. The next few days were spent dreamlike, in and out of the world, as I lay in a local hospital. As I gradually regained my wits, I learned that , in addition to a severe concussion, I suffered from a compound fracture of the upper thigh, necessitating a long recuperation period in the hospital. Both hands were completely bandaged, and I learned they had been broken when I instinctively threw them in front of my face prior to the impact; otherwise, I was unhurt.
The pain was controllable with medication, so my main problem early on was dealing with the boredom of being flat on my back twenty four hours daily. Soon this was supplanted by an increasingly urgent problem. I had led a relatively active sex life, and, after about a week of inertia, discovered that fantasys were controlling my mind. My new nurse had much of the responsibility for that problem. Nurse Terri had long brown hair, dark flashing eyes, and a cupids bow of a mouth that made me want to kiss her each time she came into the room. She was friendly enough, as she brought my medication, but apparently unaware of the turmoil she caused my libido. That was to change.
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...I was dreaming...a very explicit sex dream, with flashing limbs, moist lips, and breathless sighs. Nurse Terri was the subject, so I was a bit disjointed to discover that it was her hand on my shoulder, forcing me awake.
