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From: " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant>
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Subject: Re: +*+*+*+ The Adventures of Stevie #38 "Less and More Than Nursing" +*+*+*+
Date: 8 Sep 2010 19:23:02 -0500
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In article <te8g865dit315kkk3pa596gpc5ldg1vipm@4ax.com>, NP-f31 wrote:
> On 6 Sep 2010 17:45:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #38
> >
> >These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
> >are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
> >been true. LOL
> >
> >My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
> >in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
> >before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
> >friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
> >service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
> >Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
> >fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
> >he isn't here in person. I think.
> >All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
> >that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
> >Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
> >The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> >Stevie is 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
> >school.
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #38 "Less and More Than Nursing"
> >
> >
> >Dear Carlos,
> >
> >
> > To help you remember from my last letter, I was just going past the
> >sinks on my way out of the locker room, when I stepped on something
> >which rolled under my shoe. I was falling. I was going to hit the
> >corner of the sink with my head. I twisted as much as I could to avoid
> >it, and the whole world went dark and silent.
> >
> > Now I can tell you what happened after that.
> >
> > I woke up when Tommy was screaming for Sensei. My head hurt on the
> >side, right next to my eye. I brought my hand up and touched it, and
> >right away wished I didn't. I said "Ow". Tommy heard and came running
> >over and told me to be very still. I didn't mind that. In fact I wanted
> >to go back to sleep. He told me I had to stay awake. It was very
> >important. So I did. Sensei came in and told us the ambulance was on
> >the way, and he had called my father at his office, who would see me at
> >the hospital. I said "What for, I just banged my head a little." Then I
> >threw up all over my clean shirt. Then I said a bad word I shouldn't
> >have. I think I was surprised more than they were, but I knew what it
> >really meant. I wasn't myself. My head injury might be serious. I
> >didn't say anything else after that except answer questions the
> >ambulance people asked me on the way to the hospital. I was sick again
> >in the ambulance, but that was normal for me. I told them that. I'm not
> >sure they believed me.
> >
> > The doctors did all kinds of tests. I didn't like them. They told
> >father what they found out, outside the room I was in, so I wouldn't
> >hear it. I did. My skull was fractured next to my eye. It was just a
> >little crack and not serious by itself, but I might have a mild
> >concussion. That's a bruise on the surface of the brain. It can cause
> >serious problems if it's a bad one. A mild one isn't much of a problem.
> >They wanted me to stay a few days in the hospital for observation just
> >in case. I thought of giving them a picture they could watch, instead
> >of me, but didn't have one with me. I didn't have anything, not even my
> >glasses. I was naked under the sheet. It was still a little cold. If
> >the doctors didn't wear coats all the time, they wouldn't have to keep
> >the hospital so cold. A little color would be nice, too. White all the
> >time is so boring. I was thinking all kinds of thoughts while I was
> >there. There wasn't much else to do but sleep. I did. In between when
> >they came in and poked at me. Then morning happened. It started with
> >breakfast. It wasn't good, but I was very hungry. I don't usually eat
> >breakfast. Why bother, just to lose it in the car on the way to school?
> >Then things were bad.
> >
> > After breakfast, a very old and ugly nurse came in to give me a bath.
> >Old doesn't make people ugly. Ugly feelings do, and she had them all
> >over her face. She pulled the sheet off me like she was mad at it.
> >There was a man in the bed next to mine, named Mr. Baal. He could see
> >everything. The nurse could have pulled the curtains around my bed so I
> >could have some privacy, but she didn't. She told me to turn over on my
> >stomach so she could wash my back. I did and was fast enough, but she
> >pushed me anyway. I was not liking her. She washed me like she hated me
> >and wanted to hurt me. Mr. Baal tried not to look. I could tell he was
> >embarrassed for me. I was sorry he had to see me treated this way.
> >
> > Then she rolled me over. I didn't think it could get worse, but it
> >did. With Mr. Baal there, and her washing, my monster woke up. Now I
> >was really embarrassed. The nurse wasn't. She called me a dirty rotten
> >little boy for doing that. She kept saying a lot of really bad things
> >about me and my monster all the time she was washing my front. What
> >made it worse was she kept banging into my monster like it was an
> >accident just enough so it couldn't go to sleep. I could tell the man
> >was shocked and angry about what she was doing and saying, and so was
> >I, but neither of us could do anything about it. It was like we were
> >prisoners being tortured. I felt it was that bad. Then she finished and
> >left. I was miserable the whole day, and cried sometimes, except when
> >Tommy visited, and father brought Jeremy to visit. I didn't tell them
> >about it. Mr. Baal didn't say anything to me. I think he didn't want to
> >remind me what happened and embarrass me some more. I was glad of that.
> >I saw Tommy and Jeremy looking at each other in a nice way when they
> >were visiting me. I was more glad about that, and thought about what I
> >was going to say to them about it later. It helped me not think so much
> >about what that nurse did.
> >
> > The next morning was going to be different. I was going to see to
> >that. Breakfast was okay. Then a different nurse came in to wash me.
> >She was very pretty, and her Irish accent was like the music of little
> >tinkling bells of different sizes, falling down a very green gentle
> >grassy hill. That wasn't enough. I wouldn't let her near me. She tried,
> >but I kept screaming and kicking her away. I was NOT going to go
> >through that again, EVER! I think she was going to go get a doctor,
> >when Mr. Baal in the bed next to me told her she needed to hear
> >something important about my problem. She went over to him and he
> >whispered what happened. I didn't want to hear it so I covered my head
> >and ears with the pillow. It hurt, but I did it anyway. It didn't do a
> >very good job. After she left I thanked him. He said it was the least
> >he could do. I don't think I could have told her what happened before.
> >
> > I heard her talking to a man down the hall, but not well enough to
> >hear what she said. That was good. Then I heard him yell "She did
> >WHAT?" They talked some more I didn't hear, and then he said loud
> >enough for me to hear, "That is not to be tolerated. I will see she is
> >fired and blacklisted." I thought that was good. She couldn't do that
> >any more to little boys she hated. Then he said "If he had had a more
> >serious concussion, the stress of his reaction just now could have
> >killed him! But fortunately, not in his case. I think we will be
> >discharging him this afternoon, or tomorrow." That was interesting.
> >"I'll talk to him.'' He did. He was very sorry and very nice. He said
> >that nurse was very wrong. Nurse Glinnis wasn't like her at all. "She
> >will be very nice to you. Please let her wash you. It's a hospital
> >rule." I thought I would try it, and see what happened, so I said
> >"Well, okay." It was good father had brought my glasses. One of the
> >earpieces was off, but I could still wear them in bed, so I could see
> >the new beautiful nurse.
> >
> > He went out and Nurse Glinnis came back in. She drew the curtains
> >closed around my bed. I thought it was a good start. She said "Don't
> >worry, I'm going to be very nice to you. If there is anything you don't
> >like, please let me know right away." I nodded. Then I told her "I
> >don't mind if you keep talking. I love your voice. It's beautiful." She
> >laughed. I never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I rolled
> >over on my stomach and she washed my back and things. Then she asked me
> >to role over on my back for the rest. Now was the test. My monster was
> >already awake. I rolled over. She saw it. She said, "Oh my!" I thought,
> >well, that's different. I said "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, you are
> >so beautiful." She smiled as bright as a lighthouse shining in my eyes
> >and said "That's perfectly alright. I'm flattered, and impressed." I
> >heard Mr. Baal whisper to himself "You darn well should be." I thought
> >that was very funny.
> >
> > She washed me. It went okay, until she leaned over me and I could
> >look down inside the top of her dress. My monster jumped in reaction to
> >what I saw, and slapped her. I said "I'm sorry it hit you. It likes you
> >so much it aches." She said "Don't be concerned. You are quite a man.
> >It's the nicest slap I've ever had, and don't worry about the ache,
> >I'll take care of it. It's the least I can do." I thought, I'm
> >beginning to like this "least" thing. Then I asked "Man?" She said
> >"Yes, didn't you know you have a hair down there?" I said real fast
> >"Where?" and tried to see, and made my monster poke me in the eye. I
> >said "Ouch! It never hit ME before!" She laughed again, which I liked a
> >lot. I put my glasses back on.
> >
> > Then she washed my monster. I couldn't help saying "Ohboy! That feels
> >so GOOD. Please don't stop!" She said, "Don't worry, I won't. I want to
> >make up for what the other nurse did to you." Mr. Baal in the next bed
> >said loud enough for the nurse to hear, "Oh God!" I said to him,
> >"Close, she's an angel." I heard his curtains go around his bead. He
> >said "Please tell them to knock before entering. I'll be busy for a
> >while." I said "I will. It's the the least I can do." He snorted, and
> >Glinnis and I laughed a little. We knew what he was doing, just as he
> >knew what we were doing. She was still washing my monster, and it was
> >liking it very very much. Then she kissed me on my mouth, which liked
> >it so much my monster almost jumped out of her hands. Then she got it
> >all covered in soap, and put her hand around it like a fist and ran it
> >up and down my monster. I didn't think it was possible it could get
> >harder, but it did. I was breathing faster and and she was moving her
> >hand faster. Then she grabbed my nuts with her other hand. That's when
> >it happened. A wonderful pleasure feeling so intense it was almost a
> >pain, filled me up so impossibly full, like candy fireworks inside me,
> >it squirted out of my monster in a clear stream up high about 3 or 4
> >feet and fell down, right on my face. 4 times it did that, before it
> >was empty.
> >
> > I said. "Wow," after I caught my breath. It was funny ME saying that
> >for a change, but it was all I could say for a while. I said it a few
> >more times. Then I said "You are wonderful!, but could you clean off my
> >glasses? It got all over them, and I don't want to miss any second of
> >seeing you." I heard Mr. Baal moan at that. I think it helped him
> >finish, because his breathing got quieter after that. I was glad I
> >could help. Glinnis cleaned my glasses and my face, and kissed me
> >again. My monster let her know how much I liked it, and the view down
> >her dress she gave me when she bent down. I wanted to touch her breasts
> >but didn't dare. She finished cleaning me up. I asked if she would be
> >washing me tomorrow. She said she couldn't because she had to be
> >somewhere else. We said goodbye. We kissed again and she left. I hoped
> >she would come again before I left the hospital.
> >
> > The doctor saw me in the afternoon. I wondered if he knew just how
> >nice the nurse was to me, but I couldn't risk asking. I didn't want to
> >get her in trouble if it wasn't allowed. The doctor told my parents I
> >would be alright, but I shouldn't do anything like exercise for a week
> >or 2, and avoid anything which could hit my head for 6 or 7 weeks, and
> >come back right away if there are any problems. Then we went home,
> >after taking Jeremy back to his new home. He came with my parents to
> >the hospital, which was why we were bringing him home then.
> >
> > He was in the back seat with me, and we held hands. I whispered to
> >him I had a lot to tell him when we could be alone together to talk. He
> >said we would figure out how to do that. Then we just sat together a
> >while and hugged, and a little more. I put his hand on my monster. He
> >could feel it was a wake. I put my hand on his, and I could feel it was
> >awake too. We kept our hands still, but just the same, love flowed
> >through them. Then he had to get out and go inside. We held hands for a
> >second, and he was gone. I was thinking about Glinnis and Jeremy all
> >the rest of the way home. So was my awake monster. It wanted her hands
> >real bad. Jeremy's too. I wanted all of her, and all of him, but all I
> >had were my own hands. They weren't anything like hers or his, but they
> >were man hands now, and knew what to do.
> >
> >
> >Your friend,
> >
> >Stephen
>
> My Goodness! 3 or 4 feet? I think some got on me too and I was hiding
> under Mr. Baal's bed. I am SO thankful that Stephen didn't have to be
> terminally ill to get that treatment. I can tell you this one will be
> popular with Bone and Mac. ;)
>
> Stay Safe,
>
> Doc
> NP-f31
What were you doing under the bed? No, don't tell me! LOL
I think Bone and Mac will like some future stories much better.
--
Grant
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