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This is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time to discover your inner passions as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The stretcher crashed along the corridors of the hospital. Its tinny sounds, fore warning its arrival many seconds before it actually entered the emergency room. The tall, stute frame of doctor Phillips hovered over the still body as the nurses cut through

the leather, exposing the wounds to doctor Phillip's caze. Lisa deliberately held back. She did not need to have a flood of emotions at this very moment, even if it was Chris on the stretcher that doctor bart commands. Lisa passed various impluments to the nurses who were on the front line. After what felt like ours or maybe just minutes, doctor Phillips announced, Okay, get him booked in. I think he might have several broken bones and may need surgery. Now,

do we have a name? One nurse looked down at the paperwork that had come in with the biker as Lisa held her breath, waiting to have the air knocked out of her. Yes, Trevor McMillan, the nurse replied. Lisa was prepared for a shock, but not this. She gasped loudly, making everyone else in the room turn to look at her and earning her a disapproving glare from doctor Phillips. You know him? I presume, doctor Phillips asked, in his

haughty tone. Huh, I think so, she replied, Oh, don't just stand there, girl, get over here and have a good look. Do you know him or not? Doctor Phillips commanded, his tone edged with irritation. The nurses around the stretcher parted as Lisa nervously stepped forward. Could it really be? Her? Eyes scanned up his body. His left arm was twisted

into some very painful looking position. Various gashes marked his chest out together with what seemed like the tiniest butterfly stitches, but his face, presumably the helmet had protected his head. His beard now flecked with gray, making him look even more attractive in Lisa's eyes than he did all those years ago. Yes, I know him, or it did a few years ago. Good. I'm glad we got that cleared up, doctor Phillips said. Now let's get him where he needs to be. Lisa watched as they moved him out of

the emergency room. Turning to the nurse with the paper, she asked what happened? The nurse flicked nervously through the papers. According to the witnesses, he was hit by another motorcyclist who seemed to have been out of control and then was hit by a car after he fell. What happened to the other motorcyclist, Lisa asked, how apparently he fled the scene. Probably didn't want to be talking to the police, the nurse said, dryly, solemnly, watching the stretcher disappear up

the corridor towards surgery, she simply said. Fuck. To say this shift passed in a blur was an understatement. Lisa could not focus. She could not believe Trevor was laying in the very same hospital she was working in after all this time. Was this fate? She believed he'd been in surgery most of the time she was on shift, only coming out in the dying moments of her time at the hospital. She looked at him from the doorway as she was leaving. Was this a sign? She really

didn't believe in second chance romances? But watching him as he lay unconscious, her heart really felt sickened. She had walked away from him once, ignored his cause, his letters, or for absolutely no reason. Maybe this was a chance to put it right, at least beyond speaking terms with the best friend she ever had. Maybe fate had given her a way out. Over the years, she had started to call him so many times just to hear his voice, or she never completed the cause she had carried the

guilt of her stupidity for so many years. Right now it weighed heavier than ever on her soul. Silently, she walked into his room and pushed his long, graying hair away from his face and kissed his brow gently. If this was fate, then she was truly grateful for the opportunity. Don't you go dying on me, Trevor McMullan, she whispered, a tears stinging in her eyes. She turned and left the room, with her heart feeling hope for the first time in a very long time. It wasn't until she

was sat in the car that reality kicked in. This was the man that she walked away from without saying a word, a man that had supported her after the death of her brother. Yet she decided he wasn't worth a phone call. What the hell would you say to him? How'd you excuse that? The rain at ease by the time she reached Karen's house and the morning sun broke its cover through the clouds. It only took one knock on the door to ignite the sound of excited children

from behind the wood. The door swung open, and two faces stared up at her, covered in an explosion of paint. I'm a tiger, Clarice giggled. And she's a lion, she said, pointing at Mandy. Of course you are, Lisa said, glad she had no aspirations for her daughter's artistic talents. Get your bag, we need to go home. There's something I need to tell you, Lisa said, doubt still swarming her mind. She had always been vague about Clarice's father, particularly Carie.

Just another way she denied Trevor, she thought. With him laying in hospital, she could feel nothing but guilt for the way she had treated him, Whatever the consequences, she had to make this right and acknowledge all that he was in her life. What if he doesn't even like children, she muttered to herself, not realizing the words had come out through her mouth, What mummy, Clarice said, looking up

at her with those bright, innocent eyes of hers. Oh nothing, honey, Mommy's just talking out loud, she replied, taking Clarice's back back in one hand and grasping art's waiting hand with the other squeezing it. A little tied to the normal. Lost in her own world, she hadn't realized Karen was stood in the doorway, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. She thanked Karen Carranger smiled knowingly before saying good luck.

He's for the best. Lisa tried her best to fight off the waves of doubt that crashed over her mind as they drove home, tried her best to pay attention to her daughter as she excitedly told her about their adventures over the past couple of days. She just needed to get home and tell clarsa truth. If he didn't want to know her, he surely would know his daughter. How could he not love her. Pulling the car into her driveway, Lisa's shoulders slumped as she grew at the will.

This was it. The small house seemed larger in cavernous as she put Clarice's backpack on the counter, trying to delay the conversation she knew she needed to have. She asked Clarie, Honey, have you eaten? Glorice just grinned bacon, burgers and fries. Moy, there goes that excuse. Suddenly there was a loud roar outside the house. As much as Lisa wanted to avoid the inevitable, Chris was the one

reason she did not need to have around you. Wait here, honey, Mammy's just got something to handle, she said, closing the kitchen door behind her. As she walked to the front door and opened it, she had to say Chris looked more disheveled than normal, which was quite an achievement. As he took his helmet off and looked her in the eyes, the fear that glazed them burned with a ferocious temper. Lisa wondered for a moment if he was going to attack her, steal her purse, and fill himself with drugs.

All she could think of was keeping him away from Clarice. Pulling the door to behind her, she asked him sternly, why you here, Chris. This isn't what we agreed. I killed him. I fucking killed him, he grooted out. Now they will kill me, or I'll get arrested and do life. His eyes flickered from side to side in a manic movement as he raised his hand. Lisa flinched instinctively, waiting for the first strike. Instead, Chris just grabbed her shoulder, squeezing into the point of pain as he said, I

need to get away, jael bait. Now I need money for fuel, something I can pawn. Lisa winced at the way he said gel bait. It always sounded so seedy when he used it, like it was wishful thinking. Taking a breath, Lisa forced herself to think. This could be an opportunity. She knew it. She just had to figure out how hope sparked in her mind again dimly, but it was there. Chris, what happened? She asked, trying to assess how much of an opportunity this was. The old

fucker shouldn't have been on the road, let alone. A fucking bike cut right across me, and I hit him. Then a car hit him, he growled. Obviously he has spent time thinking about that, enough to make himself sound innocent. I only had a little weed at the clubhouse, and I had to do that on credit, he said between gritted teeth. From experience, she knew that a little weed

meant at least five lines of dope. And if he owed the club money and he might do time, they would want to pay him full with interest and she really doubted he would be able to get his hands on the money. For that, he was fucked from both ends. Chris, I've got fifty bucks in cash and still waiting for my wages to clear. She paused, her mind twisted with guilt and doubt over what she was considering. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice from her youth whispered,

do it. A strong man's voice was always there, just on the edge of hearing. I also have Mark's watches. I don't know how much they're worth, but he always said they were expensive. The truth was, Lisa didn't even know if they were real. Mark did work of sorts and always seemed to have money, but she had been too young to be cynical enough to challenge him about the jobs he did. Focus returned to Chris's eyes and

to Lisa's satisfaction. More than a little surprise. Here, you bastard, I had those, and you never knew that would be great, he muttered. Wait here, Lisa said, as she moved back inside the house. The kitchen door opened a little and two bright eyes peered around the edge of the door. Can I come out yet, mummy? Clarice whispered, Not yet, honey, Mummy's just got to help this man and then I'll be back, she said, as softly as she could manage. She waited a moment as Calorice closed the door before

going up to her bedroom and opening her closet. Pulling her shoes out, she removed the wooden box that had been secreted away and took out the selection of watches before putting them in an old rucksack she had bought for Jim but never quite made it there. I damn well, hope you're right. I'm sorry for this, she whispered, not stopping to look at the watches the fear of changing

her mind. Stopping at a nightstand, she took the fifty dollars she kept in case of emergencies and moved quickly through the house, grasping the money on rucksack tightly until she faced Chris, once again, Grabbing both out of her outstretched hands. He put his helmet back on put the rucksack in his side bag, even without looking at the contents, before starting his engine and leaving without a word of thanks.

Thanks Lisa for giving me the last possessions you have of your dead brother, She whispered bitterly as she watched him disappear, turning her back as a recent pass left, she now had to face her past from a little longer ago. Lifting her head, two sparkling eyes watched her curiously from beside the door. Stealing herself, Lisa ran up to the door, chasing Clarice back into the house, tickling her as she caught up with her, ignoring her, Please

for mercy, Who is that, mummy? She asked between pana as they collapsed on the couch, kickling. Just a bad memory, honey, she replied quietly. Is that what you wanted to tell me about? Mummy? Clorice asked, her, face awash with innocence. No, no, it isn't, Lisa's sighed. First, Mummy needs coffee. I have been working all night, you know. Lisa returned to her bedroom closet and retrieved a second box. Although smaller, it

felt infinitely heavier carrying the weight of her past. The smell of freshly bruted coffee washed over the house as she placed the box and her coffee on the occasional table next to the sofa. The rainbow colour's hand painted on the box when she was just ten reflected brightly in Clarice's widening eyes, the colors somehow accentuating her growing excitement. Just watching her filled her heart with joy. She had such a magical enthusiasm for everything. Softly, Lisa said, this

is mum's memory box. I made it when I wasn't much older than you. You will get to make one, and it will be your special box to keep all your best memories in the box could have been full of gold treasure, and Clarice wouldn't have been more excited, her face any more radiant as Lisa lifted the lid on her past. Searching through the stacks of photos, Lisa carefully selected three she thought would be suitable and passed the first to Clarice, who looked at it full of wonder.

This is Mark. I've told you about him before. He would have been your uncle, but he died before you were born. As the last were his left her lips, a wave of guilt washed over her. In her efforts to make a new life and forget all the pain she had kept Clarice's family past her away from her. Her parents had refused to speak to her after she went to college, and she only heard about their passing

from an old schoolfriend. But just because things didn't work out between her and them, was it right to take away the opportunity for the cariice to know more about her past? This is Trevor, she said, nervously passing her the next photo, waiting for her response. Although Trevor was attractive, he hated having his photo taken and growled at anyone

brave enough to try. This particular photo was of him when he didn't know he was being photographed, and wasn't dressed in enough leather to give her herd of buffalo nightmares. He almost looked human. Who's Trevor, mummy, Glarise asked curiously. He was a very good friend of both Uncle Mark and me, she said, wiping a tear from her eye. The past tense had never felt more painful. Is he alive, mummy?

The innocent question stung at Lisa's heart. Yes he is, honey, but he's very ill, and mommy's looking after him in the hospital, she said, feeling Clarice was the absolute truth after all the vaguity. Can I see him, she asked, staring at the photo. Not yet, honey, Not until he's better, Lisa said, quietly cool. I'm going to paint him up to look like a lion as well, Clorise said, excitement dripping from every word. Lisa could only giggle quietly through

her tears. Damn, this girl could make her feel happy, even at moments like this. Passing her the final voto, Lisa hesitated for a moment, letting Clarice digest the image. It had been taken at her going away party, well the dying moments of it by one of the other bikers for a laugh. Lisa loved the photo so much, and Trevor never found out it had ever been taken. So was he your boyfriend, mummy, Chlorice asked, tracing her

finger softly over the photograph. The photo seemed a lot older, having been cried over so many times in the past years. Trevor and her were laying on the couch at the clubhouse in each other's arms, obviously a little drunk. The blanket he had given her draped across them as they kissed, still crying. Lisa nodded, saying yes, he was honey. In fact, Lisa paused, taking in her breath to steady her nerves before continuing, he's your daddy. Wow, I have a daddy.

Make him better, mummy, so I can see him. Wiping the tears away that now fell freely down her cheeks, she simply said, I will, Honey, I've got her daddy, Clorise said, slowly, her voice full of wonderment. Can I call Mandy to tell her we found my daddy? Of course, sweetheart, Lisa said quietly. Clorice jumped off the couch and ran out of the room in search of her cell phone. Her excited voice chimed through the house as she spoke to Mandy. Within seconds, Lisa's phone deemed with a text

from Karen her daddy. Not the conversation I was expecting. What about Chris Chris's history, Lisa tugged. She was sure she could hear the cogs of Karen's brain working before the next text appeared a minute or so later. The backer that was brought in is Clarice's dad. Yes, Lisa responded, Oh shit, girl, we'd better get him well. Then the response came back almost immediately. Of course, Glorise wants to meet him when he's better. Lisa replied, I'll check on

him extra tonight when I'm on shift. Then, thanks, was all Lisa could think to say. Karen didn't know their history, and she didn't want her to say anything until Lisa was ready. Don't say anything about Clarice until I've had a chance to talk to him, she typed, understood Lisa's sighed in relief as she read the last reply. At Lise, that was one potential problem out of the way. Clarice came bouncing back into the room, excitement exuding from every Poor me and Mandy are going to do a daddy

party when he gets better. The image of Trevor in all his leathers, having his face painted like a lion and eating kid's food filled Lisa's mind. She could not help but giggle at the thought. That would be lovely. Honey, he'll enjoy that, she said, lying tell me everything about daddy, Mummy, Clarice pleaded as she sat back on the sofa, pushing herself under Lisa's arms. Initially, Lisa struggled to remember family friendly stories about Trevor, but once they started flowing, they

did not stop until well into the evening. Several had to be repeated at length because Clarice found them so funny. Her and Trevor had only been together a couple of months, but they had managed to fill every day as if it were their last, despite her lack of sleep. It was beyond dusk when the stories drifted into silence, and Clarice's questions were replaced by the gentle breathing announcing she

had finally fallen asleep. Suddenly, Lisa felt the tiredness of the day gripper and realized she was fighting to keep her eyes open, removing the several chip packets that decorated them. Having forgone a normal mill, she carried her daughter to bed, before collapsing on her own bed and wrapping herself in the blanket. His arms around me, she thought, as she slid into her dreams of tomorrow. The morning came all too quickly. Well, it wasn't really morning, moor mid afternoon.

At some point in time in the night, Clarice had moved into the bed to join her. As she was sleeping gently in her arms, the blanket wrapped around the both of them. Enjoying the tranquility of the moment, Elisa sank into the fantasy of having Trevor's arms around them, both protecting them. Just a thought of it spread a warm glow over her body, a familiar tingle returning between her thighs. Why did Clarice have to be here now?

Diverting her thoughts, she focused on tonight. In just a couple of hours, she would be at work, at work in the hospital where Trevor was being treated. Granted, he was in a different wing to her, away from the chaos of the emergency room. His area was quiet and peaceful, designed for people to have privacy and recuperate. But she had to see him. Damn it, What would she say? How the hell would she even introduce the idea of Clorise.

Karen always had all the answers she would have to ask her, She decided and squeezed Clarisse, a little tired her waking her accidentally, ma'am Clorise complained sleepily, is daddy here? Not yet, honey, but real soon, Lisa whispered as she stroked her daughter's long hair. Damn, she would find a way to make him forgive her, if not for her sake, then for Clorice's. Having dropped Calorice at Karen's early knowing Karen would have already gone into work as she was

on an earlier shift. These shift patterns could be a bitch. She drove the rest of the journey to work in a trance, her mind wrestling with ideas of how to handle Trevor. She had nothing. Gliding through the emergency ward, she found her locker and mindlessly put away her personal things. Stopping for a moment, she thought to herself. Looking back into her purse, she took out a solitary photograph and put it in the back pocket of her scrubs before

closing the locker and setting off to find Karen. Eventually finding her in the kitchen area drinking tea, she sat down next to her. So tell me everything, Karen said, her tone inviting no debate. For the next thirty minutes, Lisa told her every sort of detail about her and Trevor, before she finally sighed and simply said, how do I

make him? Forgive me? Karen? Karen placed her hand on Lisa's, squeezing it firmly, stroking her wrist affectionately with her thumb, before grinning wildly and saying, Oh, I have something that always works. The kitchen was filling up with nurses and doctors, so to avoid any embarrassment, Karen leaned forward and started whispering. The pair of them giggled light schoolgirls as Karen shared

her secrets for a successful married life. I'll help, Karen eventually said, to which Lisa just raised an eyebrow in surprise. What both of us? She asked? Why not? He is very injured and you will need a hand, Karen said, grinning. Besides, I went to Tollge with Teresa, who happens to be on shift tonight, and she can make sure we won't

be disturbed. The pair of them finished their drinks. It was still another thirty minutes until Lisa was due on's shift, so deciding that now was as good a time as any, they went in hunt of Trevor, discovering him at the far end of his wing, his bed isolated in private, Karen spoke to Teresa as Lisa watched Trevor nervously. He was definitely asleep. Suddenly, Lisa was a wash with concern that they might hurt him and that would definitely not

be a good way to rekindle their romance. Eventually, Karen was back next to Lisa and whispered his injuries weren't as bad as he initially thought. Apart from his disticated shoulder. It was just cut some bruises. We just have to be a little careful. But how we're nurses, we can do that, she said, as she elbowed her playfully. Do we need to turn the heart monitor off? Lisa asked, jeez, go how good are you giggling? Karen just said you get started. I'll keep an eye out, before turning her

back on Lisa and Trevor. Seeing this strong man laying so prone sparked a protective urge to surge for Lisa. Tracing her fingertip gently over his wounds, he muttered something incomprehensible in his slumber. His body moved under her touch, not as if in pain, but more into her fingers in inviting them further. Pushing his gown to one side, she could see his beautiful cock beginning to swell, even in sleep. He wanted her. She had seen a few cocks since she gave her virginity to this man, but

nothing felt like that inside her. Her pussy had pined for his cock ever since. Her fingertips slowly traced his growing length, gently caressing his tip through the material of his boxes. Gently. He moaned as his crock throbbed a little harder tenderly. Lisa slipped his growing erection out of his boxes, her fingers circling it, grasping it. The memories of that first time she held his erection flooded her mind. Her pussy ached with desire as she slid her hand

up and down his entire length. Pushing her hair back over her shoulder, she lowered her mouth, kissing every pulsing inch of his manhood. His cock twitched as her tongue explored him for the first time, tasting the cock she had always wanted. Her pussy throbbed in perfect symphony with the pulses trembling through him. His erection rose aggressively, wanting more, demanding more. Her lips parted slightly, sucking just the very tip of him, sliding her lips just over his cockhead

before circling it with her tongue. As his body writhed gently under her oral caress, she moaned the pulse of her own desire. Escaping her pussy and caressing her thighs, Lisa gasped as she suddenly felt her hands in the waistband of her scrubs, pulling them quickly over the curves

of her ass. Karen dropped to her knees, pushing her panties to one side as she moved the globes of Lisa's ass apart, her tongue teasing that sensitive rosette viciously as she whispered, sorry, you just look too damn sexy. Doing that, Karen's fingers massaged Lisa's folds, stroking them with increasing passion. Lisa could do nothing but moan as Karen's fingers explored the entrance to her sex, her finger nowt teasing her swollen clit. Suret had spoken on this in

drunken moments. Karen had even confessed once that she would love to try something with Lisa, but still, it was a surprise of the wave of pleasures it created. Lisa's pussy clutched along her fingers, grasping, wanting more as she stroked the walls of her pussy, discovering that one velvety patch that did nothing but filled Lisa's mind with lustful thoughts.

As she pushed her pussy back with urgency onto Karen's thrusting fingers, Lisa could feel the vibrations of her moans pulsing in Trevor's cock as he pushed into her mouth. Even in sleep, his passion was intense, sliding her lips up and down his length, her fingers finding his tightening balls,

massaging them. Her own body was trembling on the verge of the precipice as a tip of Karen's tongue flicked along the folds of her pussy, the heat of her breath scorching Lisa's sex as Karen's thumb rubbed over Lisa's clip, forcing her knees to tremble. Fuck, she was coming. She

didn't plan on it this way. She gagged a little as Trevor's cock found a throat, her moan stifled by his swollen erection filling her mouth as a wave of pleasure exploded through her body, lifting her head as Karen's fingers dropped from a still trembling pussy, she turned, gasping slightly. I want him inside me, she whispered as she stared into Karen's eyes, before leaning in and kissing her deeply,

their tongue sharing Lisa's pleasure. Karen's hand rose to her breast, squeezing it tightly through her scrubs jacket, before pulling her lips away. From Lisa's. She pointed to the lifting pole over the bed. A handle dangled from it, designed to support patients in need, and Lisa was definitely in need.

It's a monkey pole, then, Karen said, grinning. Stepping out of her scrub pants, Lisa grasped the handle, lifting herself up toward the bed, Karen's hand supporting her ass and guiding her as she lowered herself over Trevor, her knee spreading either side of him, careful not to press on anywhere that might hurt him. She eventually found the edge

of the bed, hold onto the handling case. Karen whispered, her hands grasping the overhead handle tightly, she moved her hips slowly, trying to move her pussy into position over his waiting cock. Karen sighed and said, let me help her hand grasping Trevor's throbbing erection, she stroked it as she whispered, Oh, he does feel good, much better than James's hands off, that's mine, Lisa replied. Currently, Karen just giggled as a rather hand massaged Lisa's faulds, parting them,

pressing Trevor's cock where it needed to be. As Lisa lowered herself on to his waiting erection. Karen's fingers lingered on her clip, rubbing it as Lisa's pussy stretched around his girth, forcing a deep moan from Lisa's mouth. Slowly, Lisa lifted herself up and down on the lifting pole, the length of Trevor's hard cock filling her pushing along the walls of her pussy, sending bolts of electricity ricocheting through her. Nissa's body trembled with the slow build up

of an intense orgasm. Karen lifted Glese's scrubs jacket and eased her breast out of the entrapment of her bra, her tongue circling her erect, pink nub before sucking it between her teeth, sending a wildfire of uncontrollable desire cascading down Lisa's body. Her pussy grasped his cock as her kneed swelled inside. Suddenly, strong fingers grasped her ass tightly,

holding her as Trevor thrust deep inside. Years of unfulfilled need swamped their bodies as his cock pulsed harder and harder, That beautiful intensity burned in his eyes, just the same as it had all those years ago, he growled, in that perfect way that took her straight back to the river. Her body trembled as he thrust with her need, the

sound of his pleasure vibrating deep inside her. Lisa clung to the handle, desperate not to hurt him, as her orgasm exploded, forcing her to bite on her arms to suppress a moans. As a pussy continued to grasp his cockcungrly, forcing that beautiful eruption of his come deep inside his grouse, subsiding into moans and then pants. Karen moved her hands up Lisa's body, helping her to lower it gently into Trevor's waiting arms. I'll leave you two to it, she said,

as she turned and left. Well that was a good way to say hi, he said quietly, Trevor. There is so much I have to say, so much I need to apologize for so many ways I treated you badly. But I have only got a few minutes before my shift starts. Shell bait. I'm a little too old and too experienced to expect much from a teenager with a head full of dreams. Come back later after your shift and we can talk. There's something else I'm just going to say it, and if you can't accept it, then

i'll understand. Just say it already, Trevor whispered, how do you feel about kids? I love kids, She's never been in a position to have them, but we'd have to be quick. I'm not exactly getting any younger. Gently sliding off the bed and putting her scrubpants back on, she whispered too late. As she retrieved the photo from her back pocket. She handed it to Trevor and turn to leave.

I'll be back later, she called, back, walking down the corridor, the warm caress of their mutual pleasure teasing her thighs, grinning wildly. Trevor looked at the photo. Just as cute as your mum, he whispered as he placed it on the nightstand and returned to sleep. So that brings our little story to an end, but until next week when we can get wild in bed all over again with another story. This is Devil and Wild Wishing use Elacious Dreams as a year in acting at