What Disability
by: Peter

(© 2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 6 

I got Conner back to the hospital early, but just barely before the staff began arriving.  Joe had cleared it with the night nurses so they didn't say anything when I took him to his room. I told the nurse to tell Joe I would be back to turn in my report. Then I went back to the beach house to clean up, wash the sheets and generally get the place back in shape for my parents return, just in case they decided to come back early. When everything was ship shape I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge and went out on the deck to ponder my report.

"Fuck!" I'd forgotten all about Conner getting the beer.  I was in a bit of a panic; I knew how pissy my Dad could get when he was out of beer, and he was going to be twice as pissy that I'd drank it.  Maybe Tanner would get me some.  Tanner was the lifeguard at the station closest to my deck.  I would watch for him.

I sat and scribbled notes on a legal pad that I hoped would form a glowing and believable report that I could give Joe to pass on to Conner's doctors. It would be lacking a most critical point, that being his extreme ability to still perform as a total man. That, I knew, was critical in his recuperation but there was no way I could put in the report that he had fucked me.  I could lie and say he had performed admirably with a woman. But I had no real proof that he could. I wasn't sure his confidence with the opposite sex was restored to that level yet.  I decided I would find out.

I saw Tanner walking along the water's edge, coming toward his station.  Seeing him sent tiny chills through me. He was tall, lean and muscular, and the way he packed his tiny Speedo swim suit was almost criminal.  Even at that distance I could see how the bulk of his manhood shifted from side to side with each step. As he came closer I yelled and waved at him.  He smiled and came toward me.  I got up and went down the stairs and we met in the sand. I told him my problem.

"Sure, I can get you some beer.  What kind and how much?"

I told him my Dad's brand and told him to get two six packs, and gave him some money.  He said he would get it after he went off duty and hide it up on the deck.

"Thanks, I owe you."

"Yes you do," he said with a smile.

It was then that I realized he was smiling over the way I was looking at him. My glances at his bulging Speedo had not gone unnoticed.

Tanner was the newest lifeguard on the beach and I didn't know him very well; only to be friendly when we saw each other. I hadn't found the courage to try to take it beyond friendly but I guess I'd just opened the door the way I was looking at him.

"I'll be around sometime later to collect," he said with a knowing grin.

"All right," I said. I wasn't totally sure what he meant but I didn't think he wasn't coming for tea.

Back at the hospital I begged off with Joe on submitting my report.

  "It was a long shot, letting you take Conner overnight," he said with a scowl.  "I'm going to need something to substantiate my good judgment to the doctors."

"Delay it.  Put them off. Tell them I don't have my report done, which I don't.  Let me take him overnight one more time."

Joe leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head.  His big arms bulged mightily, even sexily. He just looked at me.

"Did you do him?" he asked finally.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. Then I got up and closed the door. "I more than just did him.  He fucked my brains out."

"You selfish little prick. You didn't have my phone number to call me?"

"Obviously, I can't put that in the report, as a strong indication that he can still function as a man.  And I don't know that he can, with a woman.  He still believes no self respecting woman is going to want to have anything to do with him. I need a chance for him to prove himself wrong."

"By getting him laid."

"Exactly."

"You might be setting him up for disappointment, even failure in that area.  His shrink is going to say he should have had the opportunity to prepare him for the return to sexual intimacy with a woman. If it fails, you'll be blamed for setting his progress back, and we both get called on the carpet."

"Bullshit. Nothing his shrink can say is going to prepare him."

"Do you have a girl in mind?" Joe asked.

"No, but I often get female visitors at the beach house.  I'm sure any one of them will be more than happy to help Conner prove his manhood."

"She can't know there are any doubts," Joe pointed out.  "That would be totally counterproductive if the guy thought she had any doubts about his manhood." 

"It won't even come up," I assured him.  "No woman is going to look at him with any doubts about that."

"All right.  I'm going to stick my neck out again.  But this time is all about Conner.  It has nothing to do with you.  Understood?"

"Understood."  I understood but that didn't mean I was committing to it.

I was surprised the next time I went in to work, to be told to report directly to Joe.  He was waiting on me in his office.  He waved me in and motioned for me to close the door.  I thought I was in deep shit.

"Someone else is taking over Conner's therapy."

"Uh-Oh.  What's up?"

"Wipe that look off your face, you're not in trouble.  You're coming to a staff meeting with me."

"Me!  I'm not on staff.  I am going to get my ass reamed aren't I.  I'm getting the boot."

"Nothing like that," Joe said.  "You're going to explain your plan to his doctors."

"You told them!!?"

"Yes."  He stood up and we left, him leading the way to my execution.

Dr. Boering and Dr. Brown were arriving at the conference room at the same time.  They both offered niceties to me without stooping to being friendly to an underling.

Dr. Boering began with remarks about the work I was doing with Conner, and his excellent progress, but still without showering accolades on me.  Then he said, "Joe tells us you have other plans for Conner's rehabilitation. We would like to hear them."

I felt like I was being hanged, I couldn't swallow and I could  hardly breathe.

"Well, it's….not….not exactly a plan. I would just like to take Conner out of the hospital environs and start exposing him to the real life he'll be going back to."

"You plan to take him to the beach, I believe," Dr. Brown put in.

"Yes.  He's very self-conscious about his leg, I thought getting him into a swim suit--some real exposure--it would push him toward facing the reality of his situation.  One of the first things he said was that he wouldn't be wearing shorts anymore.  I want to get him past that."

Joe smiled and cleared his throat.  "Tell them what you have in mind.  The reality part."

I did manage to swallow and it damn near choked me.  "Well, he…..he is so self-conscious, he…..well, he's voicing serious doubts about his manhood.  Nothing I can do or say seems to be making any headway. So I, uh…..well, sir, I thought if he had sex with a woman……"

"You want to get him laid," Dr. Boering said in a droll tone.

"In a word, yes, sir."

He leaned back with his fingers entwined.  "Well, Joe said your plan was unorthodox."  He looked at his cohort, who was the shrink.

"Very likely a very workable plan," Dr. Brown said thoughtfully.  "But we can't condone such a plan no matter how workable and successful."

"You wouldn't have to condone it," I said, quickly, bravely finding my voice. "You wouldn't even have to know about it. I'm not on staff."

"You do submit reports to Joe," Dr. Boering reminded me.

I looked down at my hands.  "Those reports to Joe don't contain everything."

"Oh? And why are they not complete?  That is part of our working arrangement here at the hospital," he said with a scowl.

I glanced at Joe but knew he couldn't help me. I took in a deep breath.  "Conner has really opened up to me, about the war and all.  We've even cried together." Dr. Brown immediately began flipping through the pages of Conner's file.  "It's not in there," I said quickly.  He didn't look pleased.  "I asked him if he'd told you any of what he was telling me.  He said no. I asked him why.  He said, because you asked."

"Well, we must make an appointment, you and I; you must tell me……"

"I won't do that," I cut in. "I'm not saying you're going about it the wrong way, Dr. Brown, that's way beyond my level; all I know is … Conner and I have connected and I won't betray his confidence, no matter what."   

Dr. Boering quickly assumed control of the meeting.  He closed his folder and stood up.  "Gentlemen, this meeting is not only over, it never happened."

Joe was taken aback.  So was I.  Dr. Brown left the office, I thought maybe in a bit of a huff.  I looked at Joe and Joe looked at me.  Dr. Boering had a tight smile on his face. He squeezed my shoulder as he walked past me.

"You get your man laid, son. Just don't tell anybody about it."

To be continued...  

Posted: 01/30/15 rp