Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 12:05:42 -0700 From: B Ratful Subject: Bitches in Ditches 2 3 I faded out until the next bump brought a reminder. The trip was a river of pain. Jerome drove steady, trying his best but the road didn't co-operate. "There's the Doc's place. Missy it's a big bump where we leave the road." Avy drew me close; Jerome pushed his huge thigh against me I waited for the hurt to hit. "Aaaahhhh..." came out as the truck jounced off the road. The big man did it gently no way to avoid it. I clung to Avy's waist with my good arm as she braced on the dash. The truck recovered on the sandy driveway and braked to a halt. "You wait, I'll get the Doc." Nimbly jumping out for his size, Jerome headed to a screened porch. The house needed a paint job for a century or so but was a trim two-story and shaded by two rows of elderly Live Oaks that stood like sentinels on either side. A slender dark-skinned man, white hair and a regimental mustache, a snow white shirt and a burgundy tie, small silver-gray diamonds running down one side appeared at the screen door. He approached the passenger side, "Ladies, let's have you slide slowly towards me." He gracefully handed Avy out, asking after her hurts. "I'm just bruised Trish's arm is broken." He leaned in close, very carefully touched my hand, "Ah good it's not broken the skin. Come, slide with me now." A soft voice with veiled authority. I was good with sound, feeling the command that didn't need to be more than a coaxing tone. He guided me slowly, supporting the arm. He swung my legs out slowly, "We'll pause here." He gave me a look over; no shoes seemed to make up his mind, "Jerome, you'll need to carry her into my office. I don't want her to stumble on the way." The Doc helped me stand as Jerome loomed on my right. "Missy, I want you to put your good'n around my neck, hold on tight as I lift. OK?" My nod set him in motion. Damn, he easily scooped me up so softly the huge left hand held by bad wing firmly. We almost skated across the sandy front yard to the screen door Avy was holding open. The Doc ahead, his upright figure floating through to a bright white room. Jerome deposited me on the exam table; standing behind me his hand supported me. "Jerome, make the other lady comfortable in the front room while we get on here." "Yessir, I'm gonna call Teddy so he can git out there n' give the car a look at." Doc nodded him out, Avy squeezed my hand. "Now I'm going to be make you hurt some for a short while." He moved around me for a few minutes examining my legs, then checking my eyes, never touching my arm. Then he softly touched my fore-arm, I winced but he went on. "Okay, now for the hard part. You will have to move to the next room for an x-ray. When I see that then we'll know how to set the bone which will be painful but I'm going to give you a sedative and local anesthesia." I felt woozy but he made the x-ray go smoothly. A short wait for the developing then pain killers, then wrenching pain I got through with Avy's help. Jerome had returned, his big hands held me still as the Doc put on the cast. "It's not a bad break. I want to totally immobilize it for several weeks then a lighter cast can be used." Avy kissed my cheek, "Oh, I get to scribble on that nice white plaster!" The Doc gave her a smile "Yes dear but not right away. It has to harden first." I found myself sitting up on a soft bed with a lace bordered duvet. The Doc checked my pulse, "you don't get excited easily do you?" "Not any more. I used to be more wound-up but that's in the past." He sat in the rocking chair beside the bed, "Is that after you made the changes to yourself?" I smiled, "Yes, changes is appropriate. Quite a few though." 4 A mug of hot broth with a straw, green checked napkin underneath, tasted fine. The Doc sat back down. "You relax for a few minutes now. Your friend is okay. Just a few bumps and bruises. She'll hardly feel them in a day or two. You will have to wear that cast for at least 3 weeks then maybe a something lighter depending on an x-ray." I was doing okay myself. Nice man, competent doctor, good soup. "Did your wife make this?" "No, it's her recipe but I'm the cook. I lost her ten years back." My apology was graciously accepted, "Nothing anyone could do would have stopped her going, an aneurism." I told Doc of our aborted quest with Mom. "She's been patient so far so I guess a few more days won't matter." I showed some teeth in my smile. The Doc was giving me appraising looks, "Later when the cast is firm you can bathe. I'll put in a plastic bag and tape it closed." I suddenly realized my nasty legs were on the nice duvet! "Please can't we do something now so I don't spoil this?" Doc waved his hand, "It's washable Dear. Fretting won't get it clean or get the cast to harden any faster." Avy popped her head in, "The car is being towed to Teddy's now. Jerome is going to take me over there in a few. I'll get our bags and Mom." I was about to ask... "I'm staying at Jerome's, he has a free bedroom. Doc said you'd be here at least overnight." Her big sardonic smile warmed me up like the soup, "Okay Gurl. I'm waiting on this cast then we'll see." She bounced out followed Jerome's bulk. I shook my head slightly. Doc watched my face, "I helped his mother give birth to him twenty-two years ago. Biggest baby I ever delivered. He's done nothing but grow ever since. Now he's twice the size of his dad." "He's so gentle." "His mother is my sister and I've been like a second dad to him. When I knew he was going become a big man I've tried to make him understand his bulk and what could happen if he didn't keep an awareness of it. Lots of folks are wary of his size but he's never been in trouble for any reason. He's a smart kid." "Have you always lived here? You speak without much accent." A smile, "I was born here. Brought into the world by the doctor I took over from nearly thirty years ago. I did go to Washington D.C. for college and medical school which he helped to pay for so I wouldn't have to work too much. Then lived and worked in New York." "And who is your successor? Not that I think you're old enough to retire." Stop digging dumb bitch... Another fine smile, "Donald is a nephew at Howard now. He'll be doing his residency in D.C. next year. I'm helping him as I was. Seems like a tradition that needs to be continued. My son is an aerospace engineer at Boeing in Seattle. He makes me proud." I drained my mug with a discreet slurp, "Ooops sorry." Doc took the mug, "You've spent time in the South haven't you?" I told him about living in various places in Georgia, Florida and South Carolina. My dad was an executive with a railroad, moving around as he moved up. He tested the cast, "A bit more time to go." "How was it for you growing up? When did you know that your body was inappropriate?" My youth had been lonely if you didn't count having three older sisters. I leaned back on the pillows and spun my tale. Playing with my sisters' in their games since I was never athletic enough to do the "normal" boy stuff. Spending nights under my covers reading by flashlight which meant by twelve I wore glasses, dark frames usually ugly. I didn't get to choose. Trying on sisters' clothes at first surreptitiously then my nearest sister found me one day. Her good heart wouldn't let her humiliate me so she became my ally. Even after she moved out and married my secret was safe with her. Later, she does join with the others to annoy me but there's always special link. Dressing for gym in junior high was a torment. Skinny, white skinned body with no signs of puberty made me the "fag." Inwardly I knew I was but the hurts piled up. I backed away at school, more of a bookworm than ever. I ruined the "curve" regularly which didn't make me any more popular. I was usually shoved against lockers every day until I started in high school in Georgia. The school was recently integrated and all the sports teams were tops because of the mix of players. In World History class sat at the back next to window beside me was a football player Clarence Jackson. Our teacher was a boozy looking old man who was worn out. He had no heart for the job anymore and didn't much give a damn about us. I watched Clarence shake his head one day over something Mr. Horn had said regarding Egyptian burial methods. When class was ending I asked Clarence what he thought, I knew Horn was wrong. "They were very deliberate about everything to do with their dead. Even the middle classes emulated the royals." I must have had one of those dumb-founded looks on my face, "Hey, I'm no dumb jock." With that he was gone. I saw him later in the Library and took a risk in approaching him, "I wasn't surprised by what you said as by your choice of words. Sorry. I really don't think all jocks are dumbos." He gave me the eye, "I know about you. Too smart!" I sort of jerked back. Before I could spin and take off he grabbed my arm, "Sorry. I don't suppose you can be too smart." He hadn't let go. I had never been touched like that before. I moved a bit but his grip remained. We exchanged names and a brief handshake. "You can't mess up the "curve" in that class for me. I'm into it!" I laughed, "Challenge?" I sat next to him, "I'm willing!" He gave me a smile, "OK, kid you're on but don't expect any mercy." "You know everyone thinks you're a smart-ass fag don't you?" I looked down and nodded. His elbow dug into me hard, bruise for sure. "Well I'm not into labels, been done that way myself too much." I looked into his brown-green eyes and saw the truth. I managed a wan smile that he decided not to let me get away with, "Gawd kid you know it could be worse for you ya know. You could be black like me." I checked gorgeous eyes again and knew. I gave him the big smile he wanted, "Ok, I'll just be small very white smart-assed fag!" We developed an in-class friendship that didn't go further until Mr. Horn had a heart attack and subsequently retired. Ms. Turner was a middle 20's ball of fire in LOVE with history. The hour went from boring to exhilarating. She knew her stuff, lectured without notes, demanded answers, flashed light into dark corners of history's mysteries and we played games!! Her description of Rome's roads clogged rotten garbage and shit grossed everyone but me and Clarence. We were into it! We played a game about Europe's Age of Exploration; Clarence was my partner as England. We got a late start as history dictated but we crushed Spain, wiped away Portugal and made mincemeat of France. By game's end we were so dominate. It cemented our friendship. He came over after football practice to go over strategy. Sunday night before the game's finale we shared a pizza my mom made for us. Planning the last coups that would seal England's world control. The next day as we stormed to victory I was the happiest kid in the world. Ms. Turner held our arms up as winners. I almost spilt my face open with a smile. The French, two football players, brought me back to earth with a hard shove into my locker after class. "Faggot!" A hard punch to my kidneys was added for effect. I sure that there was more to come... "Ow, shit man that hurts!" "Hey, what's you doing?" It wasn't me yelling. I turned to see Clarence holding the French in tight bicep grips. He swung together, splat! In a low angry grinding voice, "Don't ever touch Mac again! Don't even think about it. I will crush you both. Got it? Something else, pass the word." They stiffly nodded, faces showing the pain of his grip. He tossed them aside. "Are you okay?" He stepped close. I told him I was all right now! But I wasn't at all that sanguine about them leaving me alone. "Oh, don't you use big words. You're lucky I know that one or I might have popped you one for that." I got a look at all his beautiful white teeth. "They know I mean it and that I can whip their asses any ole time." He gave me a light arm punch, "After football at my house for our victory bash, just us two & my mom." I managed to get my high back. His mom was so nice. She made gumbo which was soooo good and spicy. My scorched tongue was cooled by several glasses of juice and a bowl of creamy vanilla ice cream with Strawberry sauce. Sitting an old sofa in Clarence's basement talking about games, "I do like chess but I really enjoy the history in wargames. Fun to change the outcomes." He wasn't angling for a game of chess but I didn't want to go there. We walked to his back gate in the twilight, "I do love these woods. I've spent many hours out here. Watching the birds and small animals. Tranquility." I was standing on a log at the edge of the trees, Clarence was behind me. Close! He rested his chin on my shoulder those huge arms wrapped me, "Mac, I really like you and it doesn't come easy to say I want to kiss you." I turned slowly in his arms, "I want you to." I leaned forward... my first kiss. 5 Doc was sitting quietly, moving slowly in the old rocker. "Doc do you really want to hear all this?" He sat beside me, tested the cast, "Okay, it's set now. Do you want to bathe?" I shook my head slightly but answered yes. Another smile, "Actually I did appreciate your telling me that part of you. I can't say I had any experience like it. For me school was always work." Doc helped me off the bed into a nice bright bathroom. Nautical blues and white. "Can I shower?" I stood there in a dirty skirt, soiled muddy stockings with runners in both and a bra. I laughed out loud at my reflection in the door mirror, "OH damn, Doc I look like shit." He laughed with me, "Dear you need more than a shower. I'll wrap that arm for you." I was taped up tight, standing alone unable to get my clothes off, "Doc?" His "yes" came through the door. Shit, I felt the fool. "Please Doc come in and help me." My querulous tone must have grabbed him. His head stuck through the partially open door, "Trish, what can I do?" "Please Doc help me. I can't these things off. My bra ... the skirt zipper ..." He stood there quite calm, "We should get your friend Avy over here." "Doc, I've nothing you haven't seen a thousand times. Please get me into the shower." "But will you be able to wash?" I was frustrated with my inability to do this basic task. My arm was starting to throb. I felt his fingers at the bra strap, I giggled, "Doc it's around front." We stared at each other, he gently un-hooked me, unzipped me, undid the garter belt, slid off my stockings. "It's been a while since I undressed a lady." "You don't seem to have lost the knack though!" Naked, I waited as he started the shower. He surprised me with a decorous strip to his boxers, "I'll keep these." A twinkle in his eye now as he handed me into the warm water. I got a lovely wash, strong but gentle fingers in my scalp. He worked down soaping and turning me for a rinse. Face to face, "Doc why haven't you re-married? Is it one of those near mythical `love of your life' things?" He was quiet; I was embarrassed by my big mouth but at all by completely naked in a shower with a man. I turned around but like Clarence his chin rested on my shoulder as the arms circled me, "Some of that and some that no one around here interests me..." The `until now' was a whisper. My nipples hardened under the light caress, I felt his firmness against my little round butt. I slipped to my knees one good hand drew down Doc's soaked boxers revealing a fine straight cut cock, dark, thick, very handsome like the rest of him. The water splashed on my back as I filled my mouth with it. Mmmmm lovely! I put wrapped cast across my thighs and went to work, sliding that beauty into my throat and out. Doc stopped me, "Trish, let's move to the bed." He dried us quickly, led me to the bed, pushed off the duvet, drew the sheet back, and helped me in. "I want you but your arm must be protected." "Doc, let me suck you for now!" He lay back I moved between those firm thighs engulfing that cock again. I propped my arm against his side, lifted the cock to get to a pair of balls that looked so edible. I devoted myself to sucking his cock. Keeping it wet, I sucked those balls jacking the shaft using my thumb under the head. Slurping balls, licking, popping them in and out of my mouth. Doc was getting worked up! He had a hand full of damp hair, "Damn Trish it's good!" Returning to the shaft cupping the balls I began plunging my mouth down until my nose was buried in the soft pubic hairs, again and again suctioning hard on the up stroke. I loved this cock. I took all seven inches at every mouth caress down. The head easing past my uvula made me tingle. "Trish, too much...I'm coming!" I locked my mouth on the shaft pumping up and down suctioning harder than ever. His cum gushed onto my tongue, once, twice before I withdrew to catch the last on my lips and cheek. He squirmed as I held his cock upright and slowly caressed the shaft. Squeezing out the last drops, catching them on my tongue, savoring the taste. "Oh Trish..." I ignored his protestations to stop, licking the head, sucking it, tongue flicking under the helmet. I finally had mercy and rested my cheek on his thigh, "Doc, you're delicious!" I leaned over to kiss that wonderful cock. "Trish, it's been so long that was lovely. " He sat up and undid the plastic from my cast, "You need to rest now." "Oh rest now after my exertions?" We laughed, "Slide up here Dear. Let me hold you." We lay together naked, warm, I was happy with the taste of him. I rubbed his chest, gently touching the dark nipples, "Doc, can we nap?" He had two patients coming after their work for appointments, "We have about an hour." I rested my head on his shoulder and zoned out.