Someone once said, "The only thing harder for an author than writing is not writing." I totally understand that sentiment.
I was somewhat overwhelmed with the feedback I received from the first part of this story. For the most part, I have avoided the vitriolic attacks other writers of FICTION in this category often have to endure, once again proving my fans are among the most intelligent who read stories on this site.
Due to the number of responses I received with email addresses, it took me quite a while to answer them all. I thought that I was done; but I compared the number of replies that I sent with the number of feedbacks I received which had addresses and realized that I somehow missed answering four of you. I'm comparing my in's with my out's and will correct my oversight as soon as I can. If you fall into this group, I want to apologize.
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I awoke from a sound sleep, as if I was crawling out of a deep pit. My eyelids seemed to be glued together and it took a real effort to finally open them. I found myself lying on my side looking into the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Ellen was on her side, facing me. Her head and neck rested on my arm, right below my shoulder. She would have been so embarrassed to find out that she had drooled all over my arm.
My arm ached and I realized that the circulation had been cut off. I tried to gently move my arm, without waking Ellie. I had a very tough time, because I had absolutely no feeling and no muscle control in my whole arm. I finally reached around with my other hand and softly raised her head, just enough to clear my arm.
I managed to pull my arm nearly half way out without feeling her move, and then I glanced at her. Ellie was staring at me with a sleepy smile on her face. "I'm not that bad in the morning, am I?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
"I got the feeling you thought I was 'coyote ugly' first thing in the morning." She said with an adorable smile on her face.
"Ellie, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen, when I first opened my eyes in the morning. I was only moving because I needed to dry off all the drool you were leaving on my arm," I told her trying to keep my face as neutral as possible.
She slapped at my arm playfully, touching the wet spot, opened her mouth in horror as she realized that it was true, and then blushed brightly in embarrassment. "Oh Davey, I don't believe I did that."
I could feel the pins and needles pain of the circulation being restored to my arm and hand as I told her, "Don't worry about it, tell you what, I promise, tonight I'll drool into your hair so we'll be even."
She smiled, slapped my chest playfully and said, "Oh Davey, you always say just the right thing to make me feel better." Ellie put her chin on my chest, staring into my eyes and told me, "Davey, I love you so much, I'm so happy."
I looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Ellie, I'll always take care of you."
Ellie laid her head on my chest with a contented sigh, and placed her hand on my stomach. I guess that's when she noticed my morning wood and giggled, "Is that for me?"
"Ellie, all of them are for you, except that one... that one's for the bathroom." I was chuckling as I pulled myself out of bed. I still had difficulty moving my arm, and cradled it with my other hand as I walked toward the bathroom.
I was reaching over to flush the toilet, when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Ellen watching me. "I've never really watched a man do that before," she said.
"What, flush?" I kidded her with a big grin.
Her radiant smile and joyful laugh brightened the whole room as she said, "No, pee while standing up."
I was feeling silly so I said, "Anyone can pee while standing up. If you want, I could teach you."
She looked at me incredulously and asked, "If that's true, why do only men do it?"
I barely managed to contain my hilarity as I choked out, "Because if women did it, they would soak their shoes," then I dissolved into uncontrolled laughter.
When I heard her laughter added to mine, it was a tonic to my soul. I started the shower and when the water temperature was right we got in. I took her body wash, and a washcloth and worked it in. I temporarily turned off the water; after she was thoroughly wet and washed her completely from her neck to the soles of her feet; first her back then her sides, and finally her front. I must admit that her lovely ass, breasts and pussy got much cleaner than any other part of her body during that shower; but, she didn't seem to mind.
I turned on the water, verified the temperature and held her close while I rinsed her off. A movement near the glass block entrance alerted me to the fact that we had company.
Jen (or was it Jan), was standing there in her robe, looking at us with a smile on her face. "We came in to get him up, but it looks like you've done a pretty good job of getting him up already," she said to Ellen while pointedly looking at my crotch.
"Is Jen with you?" Ellen asked.
"That was a silly question," I whispered to Ellen, as a second head appeared on Jen's shoulder.
The first head said indignantly, "I am Jen."
The other head said, "Good morning Davey, good morning Ellen, we brought coffee."
The first head, that claimed to be Jen said, "We fixed it up for you and put it on the counter."
I told them, "We'll be out in a few minutes: could you get breakfast ready for all of us?"