I'm Running On Empty

Fast and Furious. We saw the movie, my date decided he was as good a driver. We hit a railing and flipped over. I woke up in a cast up to my ass, and a neck brace. I had a hospital gown on with nothing underneath. The nurse helped positioning the bed pan, wiping my butt. If it wasn't for the pain meds I could not have gone through it.

I moved, dropped out, left that college town. I drove west until I ran out of gas and money. I got a job as a housekeeper at a motel, and a room. In one room I found a man, injured very bad, his family left him there while they went to visit relatives. I helped get him comfortable, use a coffee can to pee in. I asked him what he needed, to see if I could help him.

He was blunt, he wanted a hand job, better still a blowjob. I was stunned. But I said a hand job, no blowjob. While I was working on him he grabbed my neck pushing my head down. I opened my mouth and he came in my mouth.

I never saw him again, I quit that job, made it as far as Reno. That's where I am. No hand Jobs, no blowjobs, no spreading my legs. I'm off the market.