HENRY AND THE PARAPLEGIC DAME.

Henry was walking with his wife along the sidewalk in the city looking for some cafe she knew and wanted to go when he saw this young dame in a wheelchair with long hair and fine features pushing the wheels with her hands and she had these leather fingerless gloves and he thought who puts her in and out of the chair? who holds her close to them and smells the shampoo in her hair feels her small breasts against them as they hold? who gets her in and out of the tub or in and out of bed

who washes her back or wipes her ass? She had wheeled herself by but not before hed taken in all that he could the jeans she wore the white tee-shirt the black shoes the pretty lips the way she gripped and pushed the wheels his wife was yakking about some dress shed seen in some store and wanted to go and look and maybe buy but the passing dame had caught his eye and he wondered how she got to be in the chair accident or from birth disease or some beat up that went wrong? He couldnt ask thatd be too rude and besides she was well on

her way now and his wife was striding on with determined gaze but he couldnt get the dame out of his head her sitting there with her long flowing hair and those eyes and the constant questions of who did what for her and how did she do this and that and who lifted her up and out? was it some strong guy some dedicated hunk? Or maybe her mother and father did the job of getting her in shape and bathed he thought and did she screw like other dames have some fond lover who played the game? All the questions and no answers made him wonder more

even later in the cafe sipping the his latte while his wife yakked away and even later that night in bed besides his wife who snored he pictured the dame beside him a paraplegic model or an art piece that he adored.