Love Lost and Found (Marguerite & DrKen)
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				Title: <strong>Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 07:03:03</strong>
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				Jay sat in his wheelchair, in front of the television, staring blankly at the commercials that came on, one after another.&nbsp; If he'd been paying attention, he'd have see that same Girls Gone Wild commercial several times, already.&nbsp; But Jay wasn't really watching what was on TV...as usual, his mind was elsewhere.&nbsp; Always the same place.<br><br>His thoughts drifted back to that fateful night, we he and his wife Emma were hit by a drunk driver.&nbsp; Back to the accident that cost him his legs.&nbsp; Back to the night he became a cripple.&nbsp; Forever confined to this damn wheelchair.<br><br>It's funny what you remember when you think of the past.&nbsp; You'd think he'd remember seeing the car that hit him.&nbsp; Or what he did in trying to avoid the accident.&nbsp; Or the pain he felt when the collision occurred.&nbsp; But, none of that really stuck in his mind.<br><br>All he could really remember was that Emma, his wife, was droning on and on about something he considered very trivial.&nbsp; She wouldn't shut up about it.&nbsp; She kept going on and on and all he could remember was how much he wished she'd quit talking.&nbsp; Those were his last memories as a real man...a whole man...and her taint was all over them.<br><br>The anger building inside of him snapped him from his daydreaming and he became alert as he saw some young girl on the TV talk about how she was "finally 18" and then she flashed the camera.&nbsp; Didn't even matter if she was right in front of him.&nbsp; He couldn't fuck her.&nbsp; He couldn't fuck anyone.&nbsp; What kind of man can even fuck?<br><br>"Emma!&nbsp; Where's the god damn remote control?!&nbsp; I don't wanna see this shit!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 07:15:48</strong>
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				Emma washed the dishes like she always committed to ever night after her her eight hour job. It did not matter if it was rain or shine, sick or on the verge of a job deadline, Emma had to wash the dishes. Wash the dishes and do just about every god damn chore in this house. No matter there was someone around to help, her husband Jay rarely did anything but mope around and bitch at her. Made her sad to think she still was in a loveless marriage even if she thought somehow he would come back to her.<br><br>She sighed, brushing back a lock in the same instant wetting the side of her face with dirty dishwater. Every day she tried not to think about Jay's accident and how their once blooming and happy marriage was now a horrible shell of their once passionate love. Hell, there were times she truly wished she died in the car accident and never have to face Jay blaming her for the accident. Yes, she felt his disgust because she could walk around perfectly while he was confined to a wheelchair. A wheelchair she helped put him in because she had to argue with him about an anniversary coming up and distracting him from the drunk driver. <br><br>Oh how she missed her Jay, the way he laughed and treated her with respect. Now, it was a miracle to get him in a good mood and even more so to see him smile at her without the hint of anger behind the smile. Hell, since he was not giving her any kind of smiles or even affection, she started to let her style go to waste. Where she once boasted herself with the curves of a siren from the 20s, she wore baggy shirts and large sweatpants at home. It was only at work where she had to look professional that she slid lipgloss on her mouth and eyeshadow and powder to minimize the shine on her nose. <br><br>A wince and a shudder went through her to hear Jay screaming for her. He knew where the god damn remote control was because it was on top of the damn television set. She sighed and turned off the faucets before she removed the rubber gloves. The glint of gold made her chest tightened to see even now she still wore the wedding ring even though this was no marriage at all. "Jay, you need to move yourself around more and the remote is on top of the t.v.," she answered, walking into the living room but standing by the t.v. to show him he could wheel himself over to get it. He needed to know that even without the use of his legs, he was still someone she cared about even if he was hard to get through now. Emma was a fool for Jay and one day it would cost her bad. Well, it already did since he never wanted to hold her or even grab her hand. Fuck, she was lucky to get a blown kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 07:35:06</strong>
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				All he heard was, "Jay, you need to move yourself around more."&nbsp; Except Emma's sweet voice was filled with compassion and caring, but that's not how he heard it.&nbsp; To him, it sounded like one long, continuously high-pitched whine.&nbsp; She was always criticizing him.&nbsp; Always talking back.&nbsp; For fuck's sake, why couldn't she just do one thing for him, without acting like a total bitch?<br><br>First, all she did was coddle him.&nbsp; Treat him like a baby.&nbsp; He knew why, too.&nbsp; Because she felt like this was all her fault.&nbsp; She may not have been responsible for that fucking drunk driver, but having her in the car with him, that night, sure didn't make things any better.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, she doesn't coddle him, at all.&nbsp; Just the opposite.&nbsp; Now, all she does is ride his ass and belittle him.&nbsp; "You need to move yourself around more."&nbsp; Fuck you!&nbsp; I'm tired of trying to move around all the time, in this fucking chair!&nbsp; You try it, you whiny bitch!&nbsp; Fuck!<br><br>Emma couldn't hear the thoughts running through his head, but she could've made a good guess by the look on his face.&nbsp; It was a look of frustration.&nbsp; A look of not giving a fuck.<br><br>"You look like shit.&nbsp; Is that nasty-ass dish water in your hair?&nbsp; That's disgusting, Emma.&nbsp; Damn!&nbsp; You just completely let yourself go..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 17:32:16</strong>
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				Where she would have gladly made him his favorite dish now she was going to leave him with a microwave after hearing his comments. It really hurt her the most where he once used to love her features now he belittled them. Was it not enough that she stayed with him and told him over and over that children was not on her priority list? What she wanted the most was to see him laughing again. To be able to go out in public but all he wanted was to stay inside and bitch at her. How many nursing aide's had she gone through because he managed to scare or insult them away? Too many to count. <br><br>"Look, I was just washing dishes, you do not have to be mean about it, Jay. You can come over and help me, I would appreciate it and I am wearing these clothes so as not to stain my better clothes," she explained as calmly as she could but on the inside she felt like shit. Her own husband would not even touch her even as she went out of her way to hold him. Hell, even separate bedrooms was the normal thing now because he needed room to move around and things needed for him to move around were bothersome to her. Last time she slept in the same bed with Jay, was, well, it had been too long since she had been in the same bed with him.<br><br>Emma missed the connection the two had, this was not how marriage was supposed to be but her mother had to guilt her into thinking she should leave Jay. He was her first lover and she promised him in the hospital to be there for him through everything. Now, look at her life now and is it really happy? Thought so. The only uplift in this marriage was the escape to her work and the park bench where she ate her lunch. It was during those times in the park where beautiful flowers bloomed that she could think life was grand and worth it. For the moment, life sucked and she wanted to burst into tears. However, bursting into tears in front of Jay could either set him off or start another argument. Right now, she was in no mood for arguments and to ask him to wash dishes might start one as well.<br><br>"Just forget it, I am going to wash the dishes, here is your remote," she started, grabbing the remote off of the television set and putting it on the coffeetable next to Jay. "Dinner should be ready in another half hour, I am ordering pizza and I am going to be in my office to do paperwork," she announced. She needed time away from Jay even in their own house. Somehow, everytime she was around Jay he started to suck the life out of her like he was some sort of incubus but only this incubus never gave her pleasure anymore. This was how life was and this was how Emma would die. Loveless and in heartache. So much for fairy tale weddings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 18:31:00</strong>
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				Jay didn't even acknowledge her as he took the remote from the coffee table.&nbsp; Dinner should be ready in another half hour?&nbsp; She just said she was ordering pizza.&nbsp; God, even when she tells the truth, she lies.&nbsp; Acting like she's actually making him something.&nbsp; Putting forth a little effort that doesn't somehow end up benefiting her.&nbsp; <br><br>He let out a slow, deep sigh as he started flipping through the channels.&nbsp; He was miserable.&nbsp; At least when she ran off to her office, he didn't have to deal with her for the rest of the night.&nbsp; One less thing to piss him off.&nbsp; One less opportunity for her, specifically, to piss him off.<br><br>He cursed himself, under his breath.&nbsp; Everything had gone from bad to worse, since his accident.&nbsp; Why was she acting this way?&nbsp; Why did she hate him so much?&nbsp; But, before he could ponder the question any further, he knew the answer.&nbsp; She hated him no more or no less than he hated himself.&nbsp; How could he possibly expect her to tolerate his very presense when he could barely stand every excruciatingly long hour of every excruciatingly long day?&nbsp; Every day was just another day he had to get through before he could finally go to sleep and become oblivious to what his life had become.<br><br>At least the nightmares weren't as bad as they used to be.&nbsp; That reoccurring horror of a dream he would have, night after night, of his wife standing over him and laughing as he laid in the tall grass...his legs mangled and his crotch bloodied as he cried out for help.&nbsp; That help never came.&nbsp; But, her laughter...still echoed in his ears, even when he was awake.<br><br>He opened the coffee table drawer and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey, taking a big swig as he set down the remote and began his new, nightly ritual...drinking himself numb, until he passed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 19:22:46</strong>
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				Hell, she could drop dead right now in front of Jay and Emma put good money Jay would merely tell her dead body to move out of the way or even run over it in an effort to get to the television set. That is how life was now and she hated how it was between them. No matter what it felt as if there was no way to get their marriage back on track. Maybe she was being pessimistic but it was more like a roommate situation than a marriage to her. He put up with her while she helped him around as best as she could given how he hated to be feeling like a child. Either she treated him like a child or an adult but either way she was yelled and berated for wanting to help.<br><br>Even now as she finished the dishes, Emma would be back to check on Jay's colonscopy bag. The doctor as far as he said was half his bladder was removed which made the rest smaller and more liable to leak without him noticing. Seeing that he had little to no sensation in his legs and half of his upper thighs, it was best to put him no the colonscopy bag. Emma hated to check it but she was the only one here at night while the nursing aide went home for the night. The money situation only helped to have a nursing aide come in until five o'clock around the same time Emma came home from work. <br><br>"Jay, I need to check your bag and I called for a pizza, deluxe and olive, the deluxe topping for you and the olive side is for me," she commented as she headed over to him. The dishwater was gone from her hair and she managed to ignore his drinking as she stooped down to the side of his wheelchair to check the bag. The way he drank, his liver would give out on him in the next few years. He knew how she felt about his drinking but he could really care less. No matter what, he really could a flying fuck about her feelings. Just made her that much alone in this marriage. <br><br>She missed Jay and somehow felt he was never coming back. Still, she tried to put on a smile and get him to look at her in something other than anger or disgust. "Why don't we watch a movie together? I can move you to the couch and we can snuggle?," she asked, looking up at him with a small smile. Emma prayed to those above that he would not reject her but the way things were going tonight, she end up back her office where she would cry herself to sleep. Would their marriage get any better?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 20:11:38</strong>
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				"Check your bag?"&nbsp; Was she mocking him?&nbsp; Maybe he was being too harsh to her, but he could've sworn he heard something in her voice.&nbsp; Something...he couldn't put his finger on.&nbsp; Resentment?&nbsp; Disdain?&nbsp; He wasn't sure.&nbsp; But, not too many things set him off more than the thought of this fucking colonscopy bag.<br><br>He had to shave his stomach, so he could strap the bag around his waist.&nbsp; It itched all the time and if his stomach wasn't red from the chaffing of the strap, it was sore from cutting himself as he shaved it.&nbsp; Turns out the stomach is pretty sensitive and bleeds real easy.&nbsp; He had a nice scab under his strap that kept opening up when he moved too fast.<br><br>And the stench.&nbsp; See, the exit for the bag to receive his flatulence and feces was closer to his stomach than his asshole...and it stank far worse.&nbsp; Gas, shit and piss would fill the bag and then he...or her...would have to dump it out, clean it out and strap it back on, before he had another movement, which could come at any time.&nbsp; On top of that, Jay had a habit of letting the bag get too full, which made a lovely mess when he changed it.&nbsp; He fucking hated dealing with this bag!<br><br>And now, she wants to do all this, right before he eats.&nbsp; Was that on purpose, too?&nbsp; He couldn't even think of eating, now...let alone wanting to cuddle and watch a movie.&nbsp; <br><br>He took a long swig of his whiskey, smirking to himself as he imagined emptying his bag over her head as they sat on the couch, together.&nbsp; It was perverse humor, but it was still funny.&nbsp; Not too much else made him even smile these days.<br><br>But, his smirk vanished as quickly as it came and he spoke with almost no emotion.<br><br>"I'm going to bed, then."<br><br>And without another word or explanation, he turned himself towards the hallway and made his way towards his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 20:33:15</strong>
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				This was wrong. All of this was wrong and she knew it. No matter what, he found a way to be angry or to find something to piss him off and take it out on himself and others. Sitting on the ground, she sighed and wished someone could give her a manual to figure out her Jay. Her Jay. When was the last time she thought about him in that way? Her Jay was not this Jay who wheeled himself away from her and went to drink his troubles away. Did her Jay die in the car accident as she held him in her arms and cried out for medical personnel? Well, it seemed so since there was some stranger who hated her presence wheeling around and suffocating the life out of her.<br><br>"I love you," she whispered but she doubted he would hear it. Her birthday was coming up but she knew it was best to not celebrate it with him. In fact, she knew it was best to celebrate it with the few friends and family members she had. Jay managed to push them all away and the family was all she had to keep he sane and in control of something. Just to be with her father as he dallied with his mechanical trinkets made her feel a lot better than being around Jay any day. Her father knew her best and once she headed over to her parent's place to have a birthday dinner, he would do everything to make her forget the horrible situation she was in. Her mother on the other hand would berate her for not being with husband on her special day and cooking him a dinner. It was her birthday damn it and she doubted he would go out of his way to sing her a measly birthday song.<br><br>Getting up from the floor, she cleaned up the slight mess of having to drain his bag into the disposal bed pans the hospital gave them. The hospital called every other week to ask Emma to bring Jay in for his check up's and rehab but he never went. Hell, it was a fight to get him to go outside and smell the roses and to get him to see his a doctor was a day of stress and lots of crying. God, in the past she rarely cried unless it was tears of joy but now she cried everytime for how things turned out to be. Cried for the loss of her Jay, cried for the loss of her status in this marriage and a little bit for losing herself in being a caregiver to Jay. Emma went from wife and lover to caregiver and she could not remember the last time the two made love. Oh, the doctors assured them that with the use of viagra, Jay was able to perform in the bedroom even if he would be shooting blanks. <br><br>Shooting blanks. Well, Emma had no problem with that at all. The doctors and surgeons were great enough to give Jay teste implants to give the securement of everything looking right but Jay never made any move to want her. For a while, she went to a support group of women who were starting to get back into the swing of things in the bedroom. The support group even handed out pamphlets and even a video on how a disabled and their husband or wife could still go about making love. Emma tried to get Jay to see it but he would have none of it and the videos along with the diagrams were shoved in the bottom of her dresser drawer. She missed the intimacy but it was just going to be her vibrator and her tonight. 
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				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 20:56:47</strong>
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				He didn't hear her.&nbsp; He was so focused on himself and his own self pity, he couldn't perceive much else of anything.&nbsp; He took several, sizeable swallows of his whiskey as he pushed his way into his room and went to bed, for the night.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 21:45:36</strong>
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				After she paid and eaten a few slices of her own olive pizza, Emma headed upstairs to rest. The paperwork she could handle tomorrow morning at work but right now all she wanted was to sleep this horrible day away. Ever since the accident, where the two used to reside on the second floor, now there were two rooms renovated in their Victorian house. One room on the first floor was for Jay, the second room for her while the upstairs bedroom became her office. Jay could still get around on the second floor with the elevator installed just for him but it was a rare thing to see him upstairs. The man kept himself to a few rooms in the house while she made sure to stay in her own area.<br><br>Now she wanted to sleep and not think about her crappy marriage. Sleep and forget that Jay could care less about her. Dream that things were better and she was not wasting her youth with him. Fantasize about Jay being able to pleasure her even in his wheelchair and come to his senses that he loved her and wanted to make things work. Sure and birds would start flying out of her ass when that happened. For now, she at least had a few memories of him and then her vibrator to keep her pleasured. Emma would make sure Jay was dead asleep either from tiredness or drinking too much from the bottle. Either way, he needed to be klonked out in order to do her deed.<br><br>Emma kept the door unlocked and opened ajar in case Jay called out for something and she needed to hear him clearly. She tried with walkie talkies but he broke the last one and better to hear him calling for her than moving out of the way of his swinging arm. At one time, Emma thought he was trying to swing the walkie at her own head but she let the thought slip into the back of her head. If Jay really hated her, he should say it to her face and get this sham of a marriage over with. Sooner he told her he wanted her gone, sooner it would be to heal. Instead, he gave her nothing but at least he needed her around. When the time came when he wanted her gone and had no use for her, it would be a painful day but one that would release her from this marriage. <br><br>Slipping into a silky nightie, one of a few naughty nighties she bought to make her feel at least alluring and wanton in her bed, Emma glanced around the room. It was pale with a few things that made up her bedroom but at least it was her own bedroom and not encroaching on Jay. Jay made up his room however he liked it and she made her room in the way she always wanted. A small twin bed for comfort with cotton sheets and three fluffy pillows gave Emma a peace of sense for a few sleepy hours. One of the pillows was a disguise holding a thick and long vibrator, pink and hummed softly between her thighs. She bought the pillow and the vibrator at the local sex shop embarassed to have bought it but blessed because it made her marriage with Jay much more bearable.<br><br>Why was it bearable? Well, it made her think and imagine the vibrator she had sliding between her legs was Jay's own cock. Oh, how many times in their marriage before the accident and even before marrying him had she told Jay her fascination with blowing him? Not a lot of women enjoyed to give head but with Jay, she adored and became enamored with making him cum over and over down her throat. Now, she was lucky if he did not call her a cunt or something worse for even bringing up their sex life. Left with using the vibrator for now, Emma slipped beneath the covers of her bed. With the door slightly ajar and thinking Jay was dead asleep now, Emma started in on pleasuring herself. Sometimes she worked herself from the one button to the number ten where the pressure was harder but right now she needed a quick climax. Emma moaned in pleasure as she pressed the head of the vibe against her sopping clit and moved the button to 10. Yes, this was how pleasure was supposed to be even if it was just her a machine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 14:05:56</strong>
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				Jay couldn't sleep.&nbsp; As he finished off his bottle of whiskey, he had gotten himself quite a buzz and as he laid there, in his bed, his thoughts drifted back to a better time.&nbsp; A time when all he knew was a prosperous life with a good, loving woman.&nbsp; A woman who cared for him, like no other.&nbsp; And almost every time he went to bed alone, he was reminded of her.&nbsp; That incredible woman he lost, the same day he lost his legs.<br><br>Jay and Emma used to have a fantastic love life.&nbsp; Not only did they frequently end their nights with sensual love making, but they were often surprisingly spontaneous.<br><br>He started thinking about that time at the grocery store.&nbsp; As they were loading groceries into the minivan, she had bent over in front of him as she was stacking bags in the back.&nbsp; He casually moved up behind her and playfully humped her from behind, just playing with her as she was unloading the shopping cart.&nbsp; He'll never forget the look on her face.&nbsp; Next thing he knew, she had hiked her skirt up and laid on her stomack, coaxing him...daring him to take her...and he did.&nbsp; That was a highly erotic moment in their former sex life and he missed such things, dearly.<br><br>Then, he imagined her in her room, right now, all alone.&nbsp; Maybe even thinking about him, just as he was thinking about her?&nbsp; He knew he had been too hard on her.&nbsp; Maybe his perception of her was just a bit skewed, all things considered.&nbsp; They used to be able to talk about anything.&nbsp; Maybe a good, long talk was what they needed, right now?&nbsp; Maybe they needed to clear the air?<br><br>No "maybe" about it.&nbsp; It might have been the liquor talking, but maybe he should just go up there, right now and say what he had to say?&nbsp; Tell her why he was always so angry.&nbsp; Tell her why he always took it out on her.&nbsp; What he felt he was missing from her and what he needed.&nbsp; And tell her how much he missed her.&nbsp; Missed making love to her.&nbsp; Missed fucking her.&nbsp; Missed those incredible blow jobs...<br><br>He chuckled to himself, at the thought.&nbsp; And as he got out of his bed and secured himself in his wheelchair, he thought to himself, "Yeah, I've been a total ass, wanna suck my cock?"&nbsp; Not the best approach.&nbsp; But, they wouldn't last much longer, if things kept going the way they were...and they both knew it.<br><br>So, he rolled out of his room and made his way to the lift by the stairs.&nbsp; He was being a quiet as he could, knowing she wasn't expecting him to come up and see her.&nbsp; Maybe the surprise of his appearance would set a good mood for their talk?&nbsp; The low hum of the lift was barely audible, which he was thankful for as he made his way to the top of the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:30:57</strong>
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				Emma was thinking about Jay. Every night as she laid in bed, she thought about how Jay used to hold her in his arms after a bout of sweet lovemaking or ranchy sex. Jay would stroke her back and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Sometimes he talked about how much he loved her lush body and could care less that she had curves on her and was soft in a few places. Never did he tell her she needed to lose weight or go on a diet to make herself a bit smaller. Now, she was lucky if he said anything positive about her size fourteen dress. Emma knew what she looked like and while she was not a skinny model, she was not a beached whale. It was just her hips were wider and she had a bit more junk in her chest and in her backside. Still, she thought of Jay before he changed. He always made her feel good about herself and now this was what she told herself as she pressed the vibrator between her thighs.<br><br>She arched her back and sighed knowing she could not see where the vibrator was going beneath the covers. Emma looked around to listen for any sign that Jay needed her at the moment. She heard nothing and as she heard not a peep from him, Emma took that as a sign to pull down the covers and pull the shades of her window up to let in the moonlight. There, she could see what she was doing to herself but she could not see anything outside the circle of moonlight caressing her. It was not like Jay was going to wheel in her and demand that she stop what she was doing. Hell, she doubted he even thought she could do something like this to herself.<br><br>Pushing back the thought of Jay frowning at her using a vibrator, she continued on with her pleasure. Emma touched her breasts, her lower stomach and sighed in happiness. There were thoughts of her husband Jay's fingers being her own. Her fingers became Jay's as his imaginary hands glided down with the vibrator to please and tease her inner core. She arched against the vibrator, the humming sound the only thing breaking up the monotony of the silent room. There were nights she woke up in a sweat having dreamt of Jay making his way to talk to her. To tell her how much he needed and wanted to make their marriage work. Every time one of those dreams happened it made her that much stronger to put up with his harsh words and give him a chance to open up to her. She knew her Jay was still inside somewhere in the Jay she saw everday now but hopefully he would come to his sense and be with her again. <br><br>"Jay, god, yes, Jay," Emma whispered as she imagined Jay stroking his fingers inside of her, crooking his finger to hit her Gspot. She always came right off the bat when he pushed that internal button of hers. All he had to do was touch that and she was flying high up towards the stars and the moon. It was the one thing Jay used whenever he wanted to try something new with her and he playfully threatened to never touch her G-spot against unless he had it. However, Emma always knew she would give in to him and even tempt him to try a new spot to make love. Her favorite spot had been their balcony where she gripped the rails as he took her from behind beneath the stars and the crescent moon. She remembered all the times Jay made passionate and heart-pumping love to her as she pushed the vibrator hard against her clit and inside of her. 
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				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 08:21:39</strong>
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				As Jay situated himself from the lift and shifted in his wheelchair, he could see down the hallway that Emma had left her door open.&nbsp; As smile stretched across his lips as he slowly...cautiously...rolled himself towards her door.&nbsp; Visions of her waking to his entrance, so full of life and excited, gave him the courage to continue on.&nbsp; As bad as things were, this was going to work.&nbsp; They would have their talk and everything was going to be alright.<br><br>He even envisioned them making love to celebrate the new life they would give to thier marriage...to their relationship.<br><br>As he gently coasted to her door, he was snapped from his thoughts by the familiar sounds of his wife moaning.&nbsp; Those deep, lustful moaning he once made her do.&nbsp; As he peaked through the crack of the door, he knew noone else was in the house but them.<br><br>And, then he saw her.&nbsp; And he watched her.&nbsp; Dressed in a nightie he had never seen as she writhed in her bed, rubbing her breasts and masterbating herself.&nbsp; Emma's lustful moans mixed with the low hum of his replacement, a vibrator she worked in and out of herself with time-honed skill.&nbsp; He took note of the look on her face.&nbsp; The way her flesh jiggled as she arched her back in pleasure.&nbsp; How she worked her leg back and forth as if trying to drive the device deeper into herself.<br><br>One may think this would have immediately angered him, but it didn't.&nbsp; Instead, what may have been rage was only a profound sense of humiliation.&nbsp; An affirmation of all the depression he had grown so accustomed to.&nbsp; He knew that she no longer had any need for him.&nbsp; That she had taken care of any desires she may have had.<br><br>Why would she desire the awkwardness of having sex with a cripple, when she could fulfill her every desire herself?&nbsp; Any passions she would show him would simply be for pity or for the hopes of finding something he knew he no longer had.<br><br>Before he knew what he was doing, he had already wheeled himself away from her door, heading back downstairs to his room.&nbsp; He was crippled in the truest sense of the word.&nbsp; His whole body was numb.&nbsp; He returned to his bed, without a single thought to himself or his situation, devoid of emotion and completely passionless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 05:49:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Next morning came and Emma felt better about their situation. After she orgasmed a few times and even had to muffle her cries into her pillows, she knew there was a chance for Jay and her. There had to be because every time she touched herself Jay's voice and face filled her thoughts and ignited her passion. Her husband, her Jay was going to come back to her, she just knew it. All of these days only made her that much more optimistic because for every day that was hell for them, she pushed herself into thinking it was a test of some sorts. Maybe it was just the high she got off of her orgasms but she really felt their marriage had to work somehow. The way it was going now would only lead them to be bitter and alone in a marriage that could be saved if she tried to get him to see she wanted to be with him.<br><br>Still dress in the lingerie from last night, Emma worked on making Jay a breakfast in bed. She made him his favorites and hoped this could show him that she did care and when she started in on her wanting to work on their marriage, how could he not want to fix their life? The both of them were made for one another, hell, he was her first lover and had taught her so much about herself. She was there for him when the two went off to college and she supported his need to be himself even when things were tough. Even now, she was still in love with her husband. No matter what happened, Emma felt there was a window of opportunity to get him to return to her.<br><br>"Look what I made for you, Jay, your favorite," Emma called out as she opened the door with one hand as she held the tray precariously on her other hand. She pushed the door to enter, wanting to see the look on his face as he saw dressed up for him. Emma even put on her favorite body spray that she had not worn in a while having remembered the last time she wore it was when the two made love. God, she hoped the two could make things work. Jay was her husband, someone she wanted to grow old with but she wanted to do that because they loved one another and not because they had to put up with each other's company. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:07:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He woke up to the sound of her greeting, combined with the smell of his favorite breakfast.&nbsp; And as his hazy vision became clearer and the sleep was swept from his eyes, he caught the image of his beautiful wife.&nbsp; She looked so sexy in her lingerie.&nbsp; His first thoughts were of eating her, more than his breakfast.&nbsp; She always had that kind of effect on him.<br><br>But, those old, familiar doubts quickly returned, along with all the anger and disappointment that came with them and suddenly, he lost his appetite.&nbsp; His mood no less tolerant with this sober morning.<br><br>"Go feed it to your vibrator...", was all he mumbled as he rolled on his side, away from her and stared at the wall across the room. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma's face fell at hearing his words. Oh god, he had seen her with the vibrator or he had somehow found it. She tried to keep the cheeriness in her voice even as she prayed he would not reject her. Please, God, if there was any type of deity watching out for her, she wanted that higher being to give her the strength to not break down in front of him. Keep up the smile and try to get him to come back to her life.<br><br>"Jay, please, I want us to have breakfast together. I brought your favorites, please," she whispered as she inched closer to the bed. Slowly, she put the plate near the foot of the bed, hoping he would not tug on the covers. If he tugged on the covers, she prayed it did not flip and hit her or spray the food onto her lingerie. She wanted him to see her as the woman who still wanted to be with him through better or for worse. Well, she had been through a slew of worse with him but it was time to go through the good of their marriage.<br><br>Leaning over, she went to reach for his hand. "Jay, we can cancel everything, tell the aide to go home and stay in bed together. Please, I want to snuggle with you," she answered, knowing she would regret asking and begging him to stay in together for it was only giving him ammunition for his retorts but it was worth it if he would take a chance. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't tug at the covers.&nbsp; Any such fears were quickly forgotten as he leaned up by his waist and slapped the tray of food off the bed, sending the plate crashing against the wall by the foot of the bed.&nbsp; It was a violent display she had never seen from him before.<br><br>"I don't want to snuggle like I'm some goddamn, helpless child!&nbsp; Leave me the fuck alone!"<br><br>Only then, did he yank at the covers as he laid back down in his bed, covering himself up as he turned away from her, again.&nbsp; His rage far too consuming to regret what he had just done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the crash had been the last straw in her demeanor. Where there should have been happiness in her eyes was sadness and regret. How could she even think to come in here and believe everything would change? Nothing would change and that was the worst thing about it was no matter how hard she tried Jay wanted nothing from her. Nothing but someone to kick around. God, she was a stupid bitch to think it otherwise. A stupid bitch who still loved but hated the man in this bed across from her. <br><br>Tears did fall down her face and she wiped at them not about to have him see her crying like a blobbering slob. "Fine, you want me to leave you the fuck alone? Alright, the nursing aide will be here with you in a bit and I am going to get dressed for work. Don't expect me home tonight, I have an early birthday dinner with my friends. I am staying at Lisa's house and the nursing aide will be payed extra for staying the night," she informed him as she stood up from the bed. <br><br>The tears rushed down further and she warbled a bit but she could not come back from work to see him yelling at her and bitching about her waste of time with breakfast on the same day she had an early birthday dinner with her friends. Her girlfriends had planned it for weeks and even timed it to get it on a day that all would be free. She not told Jay because doing so might hurt his feelings but fuck it. He hurt her feelings, so why not let him think it over with the male nursing aide. She did not bother with the tray, leaving it there and she headed to the door. "You won't see you just like you wanted for the rest of the day, enjoy it," and with that she left him to deal with himself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:44:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laid there as if he didn't care.&nbsp; Her words falling on deaf ears as he wallowed in his own misery.&nbsp; Only when she finally left, did he choke out a stifled sob.&nbsp; His eyes welled with tears as he bundled himself up tighter in his sheets.&nbsp; Sob after sob escaped him, only finding pause in the brief fits of anger that accompanied them.&nbsp; <br><br>He mumbled to himself, words no one else could hear.<br><br>"Don't come home.&nbsp; You finally got an excuse to leave me...like you always wanted.&nbsp; Fuckin' bitch..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:59:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Emma was not coming home. How could she knowing what awaited her even more with his deep hatred for her. If he could barely stand to eat breakfast with her how could she hope to make this work. God, it made things much more harder for her to want to stay with him. The more she stayed with him, the more she was loosing herself and she feared for that more than anything. Without knowing who she truly was, she might end up a bitter bitch who put up with Jay because he was the only man who could even stand to be married to her. <br><br>No, she was not going to think about that at work. She had clients who needed her help. While her marriage was going down the fucking tubes it did not mean her relationships with her patients had to be ruined as well. Emma managed to get through her morning appointments and by the time it was lunch hour, she was itching to check on Jay and apologize. What a pathetic woman was she not? Yes, she was a damn fool for Jay.<br><br>Grabbing her lunch from her desk, she only brought along her lunch leaving behind everything. This time, however, she left behind her ring not needing to be reminded of how horrible things were going. When it was her lunch hour at the local park bench, no one was to interrupt her no matter what and this time she did not want to be disturbed by her depressing thoughts. "No Jay thoughts," she whispered as she headed off out and out to the park.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 08:26:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was one of those days where the sun was shining and the wind had just enough of a chill to it to take the edge off the heat.&nbsp; The kind of day where it just felt good to be outside.&nbsp; A good day for a fresh start.&nbsp; A new beginning.<br><br>It wasn't everyday that Russell Stevens decided to take a walk in the park.&nbsp; He was the type who usually slept the morning away.&nbsp; The nightlife was more his routine, playing at local bars and roaming the town til the early morning hours.&nbsp; He couldn't remember the last time he had been out and about so early.<br><br>And as he sat on that park bench, taking in the sights and sounds of midday, he could only think to himself how much he must have been missing.&nbsp; There was something to being out, like this.&nbsp; A purity.&nbsp; A freshness that he was not accustomed to.&nbsp; He'd only been in the park inside of an hour and already he was glad he motivated himself for the walk.<br><br>Without thinking, he pulled his harmonica from his coat pocket and played a soft, bluesy melody.&nbsp; A tune tinged with remorse yet still filled with hope.&nbsp; He knew, at that very moment, he had found a little getaway from the rest of his life, as he knew it.&nbsp; It was a comforting, calming sensation that he enjoyed very much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 08:53:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How was it the day looked perfect and beautiful while the rest of her life was shattering around her. It seemed to be a prophecy of how no matter how everyone else was happy, Emma's life was going to be a fucking bitch. A fucking bitch named Jay and how he could not do anything for her anymore. She knew it was wrong to think of him in that manner but she tried so hard but her best was never good enough. Never enough to please him or to make him see how much she wanted to be with him and get their marriage back on track.<br><br>"Oh well, just my mistake in marrying a man who was hard headed from the start," she said beneath her breath. He had been hard headed when it come to pursuing and making her his, now Jay was hard headed in making her leave his side. Even now, she wondered if her friends would not mind if she stayed at their place for a while and maybe even start the process of divoring Jay. It would be hard but maybe that was the only way for the two of them to keep their lives intact. She hated to think their marriage would end in a bitter divorce but their marriage not was empty and desolate. <br><br>Emma came upon the stranger as she thought about whether she truly wanted to leave Jay or not. While it was a horrible thing to even think about, would he want to stay married to her? Did he still love her? Had he ever loved her? No, he loved her because wy would he have married her in the first place? When the two married their love was passionate and heated. She never could get enough of his loving and now, well, they lost the loving feeling.<br><br>This stranger whoever he was had started to play on his harmonica. It was hauntingly beautiful and spoke to her somehow. She had no clue why it did but just hearing it made her want to hope for more things for Jay even as she knew that hope was long gone. "Excuse me but I think you are in my seat," she whispered, knowing it was a free park and no names were printed but she enjoyed sitting in her favorite spot to eat her lunch. She wore a simple dark suit, hair pulled back in a firm knot and face devoid of make up. After the incident with Jay this morning, Emma swiped off the make up she wore before when she and Jay were happy and in love. Now she hoped this man would not insult her or even berate her on her clothes because she had no need to get into an argument with a complete stranger. Even if the complete stranger was great with the harmonica.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 16:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He kept on playing his harmonica as he saw the pretty lady walk towards him.&nbsp; She looked like a business type, out for a quick lunch before she headed back to whatever office she came from.&nbsp; At first sight, he could have made a hundred assumptions about her, but he definitely didn't expect for her to demand "her" seat from him.<br><br>He was surprised she even approached him, at all.&nbsp; That was based on another assumption.&nbsp; He looked a little ragged, dressed in a simple tee with jeans and a dark overcoat.&nbsp; His hair was a bit wild and he needed a shave.&nbsp; He would have assumed she would think him some derelict and avoid him, rather than be so forward with him.<br><br>Then again, you know what they say about assumptions.<br><br>He looked up at her, with one eyebrow cocked in question as he slide over more on the park bench, not missing a beat in his playing.&nbsp; If she wanted to sit, there was more than enough room for them to still play "distant strangers" and enjoy the early afternoon.&nbsp; He almost pulled the harmonica from his lips, to say something...<br><br>But, as he looked up at this woman, he saw something in her eyes: Sadness.&nbsp; A deep sadness that she was trying, very poorly, to hide.&nbsp; He didn't know this woman, at all, but he suddenly became very sympathetic to her.&nbsp; He felt sorry for her.&nbsp; And, without any conscious thought to it, he changed his tune, slightly, to a more sober and saddening melody as he kept on playing.&nbsp; Almost playing just for her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 20:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While the man looked like he had walked out of a bar after it had to finally close down to clean up to Emma he seemed like her in the ways he could really care about how he looked. The way she dressed, her old self would have screamed for her to put on heels and wear a slimmer skirt than to wear flats and a A line skirt that flowed away from her figure. To her there was no point in wearing nice clothes when there was no one to enjoy it or compliment her on it. Still, it was comforting to see someone looking just as shitty as she was in this park.<br><br>When he slid to give her room, Emma had no clue whether she wanted to sit down or not. Not to say she was scared of him because she had a can of pepper spray in her purse in case he got frisky but it felt almost wrong to sit down to someone like him. Emma had no clue why she felt that way but as she pushed it aside and sat down on the bench to enjoy her lunch. Out of her lunch bag came a ham and cheese sandwich, bottle of iced tea, chex mix bag and a brownie. The balance of healthy and junk food was a bit skewered because of the carbs and sugar loaded into the food but what the hell, not like she had to impress anyone again. Maybe once she started to think about dieting to lose weight than maybe she would.<br><br>The song he was playing, why did it speak to her? She turned her head to hear him play his harmonica and wondered if there was a soundtrack to everyone's lives. Were there particular songs to particular moments in lives for people? For her, the list of songs would have to be bluesy and melodramatic because of how her life was looking out to be for her. Now this song played on the stranger's harmonica made her think once more about her marriage and it was something she did not want to think about right now. What she wanted was to forget about her life with Jay was crumbling down around her very head. All she wanted was to forget and the only thought in her head to stop him from singing was to offer him something to eat.<br><br>"Do you want some?," she asked as she held out a half of her sandwich. If she could get food into his mouth it would take him a while to chew and get through the food. Keep him from playing and blowing on the harmonica to stop the song which made her heart squeeze itself in her chest. Songs like that should be illegal because of what a person might do in the moment. Hell, for her she might have started to burst into tears again and no one wanted to see a woman crying in public. People grew uncomfortable and unsure of what to do when a woman cried. Some tried to comfort her, others try to make the female laugh to get her mind off of things and few walked away in fear of the woman lashing out. For her, she doubted there was any fight left in her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DrKen</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 08:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A single, low note trailed from his lips as he paused and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; It was a moment frozen in time.&nbsp; For the briefest of seconds, her eyes told him she wanted him to stop playing.&nbsp; The sandwich was just a polite way of telling him so.<br><br>A smile formed over his face as he tucked his harmonica into his coat.&nbsp; He didn't take offense to the gesture.&nbsp; In fact, he was surprised at well recieved he was to it.&nbsp; Most people would have been far more direct...and far more aggressive...in making him stop playing.&nbsp; This woman obviously had a gentle nature to her and he had no problem obliging her.<br><br>"No, thank you.&nbsp; But, the birds might like the bread...if you don't mind?"&nbsp; His eyes gave her a quick look-over, despite his civil demeanor.&nbsp; He was attracted to her and it was something he wasn't prepared for.&nbsp; He feared it would show in his eyes before he had the chance to properly conceal it...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love Lost and Found (Marguerite &amp; DrKen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 07:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If there was a time to thank the Gods, it was now as this stranger stopped playing the harmonica. Anymore of his playing and she might have started to beg him to stop his sorrowful song. Even now, she was on the verge of a breakdown because of what she went through today. She could not believe Jay had been that horrible to her today. It was the worst of his fits and one of her last breaking points. For Christ's sake, he had thrown the tray of food towards the wall not caring if the hot coffee sprayed and hit her face. Hell, if he disfigured her, he would only be too happy to make himself look better.<br><br>"Sure," she whispered as she ripped a few pieces off of the sandwich and threw it to the birds. Immediately, the birds descended upon the food to feed and gorge their bellies. She never even noticed the look in his eyes, Emma too into her own problems to notice much of anything. Hell, it would have taken a male to tell her to her face vocally to inform her someone was interested in her. With Jay's own way of breaking down her self-esteem it would be wonders for anyone to want to want her in that manner. Besides, even with Jay, it would be a while before she thought of dating but that could happen once she thought about going through with divorce proceedings.<br><br>Pushing a lock of her behind her ear, she glanced up towards the male. "Are you a musician or something?," she asked to make polite conversation. If she got him to talk about himself it could get her mind off of things and maybe even see what this man was all about. Anything to get away from her problems and focus onto another's. With clients she could work out their problems and forget about her own even if her world was crashing down around her, she would put on a smile for her clients and get them the help needed.
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