Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 11:57:24 EST
From: lilbearshadows03@gmail.com
Subject: MARK AND THOMAS PART 1

	First let me describe myself, my name is mark, I am a pretty
wealthy 26 year old. I have the typical blond hair blue eyed surfer boy
build. I work out three times a week like clock work, the rest of the time
I work at Home Depot as a store manager. I make pretty good money, but most
of my money came from my grand father who I had several stocks that he had
for years and are now worth millions. Now I say I am wealthy, but I choose
to live my life in cognateo, nobody knows about my money everyone assumes
that I live off my BI-weekly salary from my Home Depot.  ***

	There I was sitting on the on ramp to I-285 South in the middle of
rush hour.  I was freezing cold the engine had not even warmed up enough
for the ice cold air blowing on my face to even start getting warm.  I sit
there watching how people are just going crazy, honking at each other and
barging themselves in and out of traffic, just so the can watch there
speedometer rise from 10 mph to 15 mph for a half second, but then again
that is the usual here in Atlanta.  Finally the heat starts warming up as I
watch time fly by, I have been stuck in the same spot on the on-ramp for 20
minutes.  So I get comfortable and watch people get so filled with rage,
you would think there eyes would just pop out of there head. Finally
somebody is nice enough to let me in and I start flowing with traffic at 10
mph.

	While I am creeping along my cellphone rings, it is my ex partner
name Eric who basically mooched off me the entire 2 years we were living
together. so I answer the phone figuring at least it will give me something
to do, he starts going on and on how his mom (who hated me as much as I
hated her) say she cant afford to support him that he needs to get a job,
or move back in with me. As I am telling him there is no fucking way he is
setting one foot inside my house, at that moment a red BMW convertible
comes screeching behind me, it slammed so hard into rear bumper that my
airbags deployed and my head hit the windshield. The phone flew somewhere
which is just as well, Eric can kiss my ass and go to hell. After that, all
I remember is pain and then darkness.


***
	I woke up to the sound of an annoying beep, beep, etc. I look
around this small private room that has a TV hanging on the wall, and a
calendar saying today is Wednesday, Feb. 12, 2005. By now I had already
figured out that I was in a private hospital room. So I find the doo hickey
to page a nurse. When the nurse walked in, she brought a chart in with
her. She stated that her name was Tracy and that she is on duty until 11 PM
that night.  Tracy asked how I was feeling, and I told her that I had a
major headache. she informed that I had a concussion from hitting the car
accident. She informed me that I had been unconscious for 3 days and was
surprised with the type and severity of my injury that I was awake this
soon. she said she would get me some pain meds and I male nurse to give me
a sponge bath.

	About 30 minutes later, the most gorgeous man I ever saw walked in
my room with a bucket of steaming water in his hands. I thought I dies and
gone to heaven. but his electrical touch brought me back to my senses. He
introduced himself as Thomas, and that he will be my orderly 6 hours a day
for the next week.

	For the next week, thomas and i got to really get to know eachother
and become very good friends, we decided that we were going to continue
this relationship after my discharge. So when my discharge came, we was
waiting for me outside to give me a ride home.

Well, that is it for now. I have another story on nifty in the beginnings
section called Day Out On The Town. Please email all comments to
lilbearshadows03@gmail.com.