Candles for Mark

Maybe you should NOT show him but make sure it gets mentioned casually. A lot. :D

Hmmm... An even better idea. Maybe, though, I should just stay away from him. Maltida the Hun, the nurse from hell, is back on the job today and he hates me for that.
 
Hmmm... An even better idea. Maybe, though, I should just stay away from him. Maltida the Hun, the nurse from hell, is back on the job today and he hates me for that.

Eh, he'll get over it. Besides, you know that thin line between love and hate, right?
 
Are we lighting candles for Mark's recovery now or for him to have the fortitude to withstand his nurse? :D
 
Sounds like it may be for them to have the fortitude to withstand him.

;)

That's more the case. Apparently, Maltida the Hun took another job while he was in the hospital and now he has little, bouncy, boobie woman. Dammit. My best efforts to leave him in misery were shot to hell.
 
That's more the case. Apparently, Maltida the Hun took another job while he was in the hospital and now he has little, bouncy, boobie woman. Dammit. My best efforts to leave him in misery were shot to hell.

Try as I might to begrudge him, I just can't do it ... after all the crap he's been going through lately (his own fault or not) he is due for a little bit of good luck :rolleyes:
 
It’s a rare treat to discover new friends. It’s even rarer to find so much support during such a time.

The kindness of the people of this forum is absolutely humbling. To think you all took time out of your busy lives to show concern for a newcomer is amazing to me. I have known many people, some of the best in the world, but none compare to the authors, the editors and the readers of Literotica.

I thank you.

When Molly (SweetWitch) read the comments on my story to me over the phone, I thought, “Cool. They like my work.” That was nearly forgotten when she went on to read the kind wishes of all of you and told how much support I was receiving in my illness. I think it was all that positive energy that helped me get through it.

Again, I thank you all.

Helplessness is a trip. I know that Molly has been having a good time at my expense, but I also know the look I saw on her face when they thought I was dying. She didn’t give an inch, though. She and my mother bullied and bossed me every time I wanted to give up, and the laughter helped me to get through it.

To say that I’m not used to depending on others to see to my needs would be an understatement. Hell, I can’t even use the toilet. I have to use a bedpan these days. It’s downright humiliating. But at least I have a pretty and NICE home nurse this time. (Better luck thwarting me next time, Mols.)

The upside to it is I’m finding out what it means to do without, what it means to all those people out there who can’t do for themselves. It’s given me a new perspective and a new understanding.

After my accident, I met a boy who lost both of his legs in a car wreck. He was going through physical therapy to help him learn to use prosthetics. The kid was in more pain than I thought a kid should ever have to endure, but he grinned through it all. He was looking forward to running again, and playing baseball in the park with the other kids.

Another person I met was a woman who was trying to learn to feed herself again after being shot in the spine. When she finally got that spoon to her mouth, the look of triumph on her face was incredible. But instead of basking in the moment, she immediately struggled to lift the spoon again.

My whining about not being able to wipe my own butt seems selfish when compared to them. I’ll be able to walk again and I’ll be able to help others to see a brighter future, even after debilitating injury or illness. That’s my goal, to help others as you and all my family and friends have helped me.

The warmth of this place can’t be equaled anywhere else. I only hope that this message will somehow convey my gratitude.

And… I’M BACK!
 
It’s a rare treat to discover new friends. It’s even rarer to find so much support during such a time.

The kindness of the people of this forum is absolutely humbling. To think you all took time out of your busy lives to show concern for a newcomer is amazing to me. I have known many people, some of the best in the world, but none compare to the authors, the editors and the readers of Literotica.

I thank you.

When Molly (SweetWitch) read the comments on my story to me over the phone, I thought, “Cool. They like my work.” That was nearly forgotten when she went on to read the kind wishes of all of you and told how much support I was receiving in my illness. I think it was all that positive energy that helped me get through it.

Again, I thank you all.

Helplessness is a trip. I know that Molly has been having a good time at my expense, but I also know the look I saw on her face when they thought I was dying. She didn’t give an inch, though. She and my mother bullied and bossed me every time I wanted to give up, and the laughter helped me to get through it.

To say that I’m not used to depending on others to see to my needs would be an understatement. Hell, I can’t even use the toilet. I have to use a bedpan these days. It’s downright humiliating. But at least I have a pretty and NICE home nurse this time. (Better luck thwarting me next time, Mols.)

The upside to it is I’m finding out what it means to do without, what it means to all those people out there who can’t do for themselves. It’s given me a new perspective and a new understanding.

After my accident, I met a boy who lost both of his legs in a car wreck. He was going through physical therapy to help him learn to use prosthetics. The kid was in more pain than I thought a kid should ever have to endure, but he grinned through it all. He was looking forward to running again, and playing baseball in the park with the other kids.

Another person I met was a woman who was trying to learn to feed herself again after being shot in the spine. When she finally got that spoon to her mouth, the look of triumph on her face was incredible. But instead of basking in the moment, she immediately struggled to lift the spoon again.

My whining about not being able to wipe my own butt seems selfish when compared to them. I’ll be able to walk again and I’ll be able to help others to see a brighter future, even after debilitating injury or illness. That’s my goal, to help others as you and all my family and friends have helped me.

The warmth of this place can’t be equaled anywhere else. I only hope that this message will somehow convey my gratitude.

And… I’M BACK!


Welcome back Mark! :D

Hopefully you'll be back up and around and back to normal before you know it :D

But until then, you are going to be at Molly's mercy :eek:
 

Careful. I won't always be trapped in this bed. You got a spanking coming.

Welcome back Mark! :D

Hopefully you'll be back up and around and back to normal before you know it :D

But until then, you are going to be at Molly's mercy :eek:

Don't I know it. :rolleyes:

Ah, damn. That just made me teary.

Welcome back.

:rose:

Thanks, gorgeous. Don't cry. I'd rather see you laugh. ;)
 
That was an eloquent and outstanding thanks. Mark I do hope to hear of you chasing Molly down the street soon :D
 
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