‘In the beginning he was a distraction. He kept me entertained, which kept me from thinking too much. After a while we became friends and then…mor....’ ‘But you never slept with him?’ Douglas asked, still not sure if he believed her. ‘No,’ Sabrina said, catching the note of doubt in his voice. ‘That’s not to say that we didn’t share some intimate moments,’ she added. ‘But I…I just couldn’t. Not until I knew how I felt about you and our marriage.’ Douglas didn’t ask her to elaborate on just what. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door and sat down on the toilet, shaking.Had I really seen you taking all that in? Had I really heard a little gurgle of pleasure slip from your throat? I thought about it over and over. I thought about it as I slipped my panties down around my ankles. I thought about it as I lifted my skirt. As I started to touch myself I thought that you were the luckiest girl on earth, because at that moment down the hall from me, you had a cock sliding almost down your. You haven't been a part of that image Ellen. I've tried changing that image of myself with you, so that you don't have to see very much of that side of me. The man in that alley tonight, he was a son and a cousin, not a husband, certainly not your husband. Here, in this house right now, I'm your husband, and that is all I want to be." You can't be one man with your family and a different man with me. It's all the same man. It is the sum of all that you do, and are capable of doing, that makes. On a good day I am able to sit up on my own, and with the modifications to my bed I am able to sit at the edge of my bed. I have been receiving training - therapy to transfer from bed to my wheel chair. It has been a long road from the months of not being able to do anything by myself, to being able to do the most basic of things. Who knew one could miss being able to urinate with out assistance.So, a long road of recovery from an accident that really should have killed me. Months of in and out.