Blinded Love

[thatcuriousone]

Hi everyone,

Firstly, I'd like to say that this is not my original idea. Farmer Joe initially requested someone to write a story that dealt with a blind white man and a black nurse and racism on the blind's man part and the black nurse not particularly recognizing it. So all the inspiration for this story comes from FJ.

Secondly, I did not have someone edit this for me, so if there are any spelling mistakes/grammar issues/or anything else, please let me know so I can fix them.

Thirdly, there will be sex, but firstly, if you plan to read this story for the sex, well, don't read it. Its in my future plans, but as of right now, there is still a lot of backstory I need to cover.

Lastly, there are elements of racism that may make people uncomfortable. I'm not apologizing for it as it is necessary to the story, so please do not read this if your uncomfortable with that fact.

And without any more further ado, please read and comment. Thank you.



Prologue:
In a hospital bed laid a bruised, damaged man. An IV with one saline bag dripped silently while the fluid slowly and efficiently snaked its way through his body. The machine, tracking the amount the IV dripped beeped contently, no air bubbles bothering its silent track. A urine bag held dark, amber colored urine that had been steady dripping since the saline had been hooked up, a pen mark indicating where the nurse had last come in. Beside him hummed the ventilator, glad to be of use while his broken and bruised ribs expanded erratically from the air being forced into his lungs. The legs of this particular patient were covered, hiding the marked damage the front of the car had left, leaving his legs nearly mangled. His head was bandaged; blood marring the near perfect white of the gauze dressing that had been changed not too long ago. And last of all, his eyes, those perfect dark chocolate eyes had been wrapped as well. For Jared Watson, he would walk again, with time, but those eyes would never see again.
Jared Watson’s final sight had been a tractor trailer hitting him full on.

Present:
Jared opened his eyes, or at least, he felt like he had. It hadn’t made any difference whatsoever. For the millionth time, he had wished he had remembered he was blind now. The doctors had told him that his sight was lost to him forever. Thanks to the airbag, he hadn’t been crushed, and thankfully, to whom Jared didn’t know who to thank for this; he could learn to walk again. His anger at the doctors had finally reached a boiling point when they told him that they could not repair the damage to his eyes after weeks of not being able to give him a conclusive answer.

4 months ago
His parents and his younger brother had been talking normally before they had reached the conference room, speaking about when he’d be able to return to his apartment, return to work and move on from this horrendous incident. Jared had added in his comments but he had been slowly getting used to feeling things rather than seeing, his body accommodating to the lack of one of his senses. He was slightly disorientated, since he wasn’t entirely sure where he was going, but his ears told him they were still on the same floor. As soon as they all reached the conference room, their conversation dissipated like smoke. One of his family members closed the door behind them. He heard papers shuffling, and a throat being cleared as he was wheeled to the table, he heard something scrape across the floor and realized that the chairs were being moved. After everyone was seated, an uneasily silence blanketed everyone.


“I am Doctor Zhung, I am Mr. Watson’s primary doctor, and the Senior on the unit.” He had a heavy south asian accent, and so, his words were not easy to understand.


“I am Doctor Reki, I am the Junior on the unit.”


“I am Doctor Pide, I am the Head Neurosurgeon for this hospital—” He was about to say more, when his pager beeped loudly and he sighed. “Excuse me.”



He rose and left in the room quickly, Jared figured that something serious had happened.


“I am Doctor Niyaz, I am the Head Surgeon for this—” His pager trilled immediately, interrupting his speech and he rose and dismissed himself with a polite, “Excuse me, I’m sorry about this.” The door closed again, and bodies shifted slightly in their chairs.


“I’m Helen, I’ve been looking after Jared while he was in the ICU unit.” Jared nodded and gave a half smile towards her voice, remembering her looking after him when he first began stirring.


“I am Corrina; I’m the Physiotherapist that will be looking after Jared when he comes to the Rehab floor.”


Jared turned his head to the sound of that husky, smoky voice and wondered what she looked like.


“I am Seraphina, I’m the Occupational Therapist for the Rehab floor.” Jared heard the tinges of an accent, but he couldn’t place it. He slightly bristled, disliking the fact that he would probably have to continue interpreting like he had for Doctor Zhung.


His father cleared his throat beside him, and Jared imagined he was probably folding his fingers, as if he was praying; and a deep frown settling across his features, as he was prone to do when he was worried.


“What is the verdict?”


Jared nearly smiled, something that would not be appropriate in this situation, but he silently thanked his father for being so direct.
He guessed that his parents had their eyes on that Asian Dr. Zhung, and he heard the tell a tale clearing of the throat again.


“Firstly, the surgeons have worked hard on your son, and it was touch and go for quite a while. We have decided to finally transfer him to the Rehab floor and into their capable hands. Your son will walk again Mr. Watson, Corrina will see to that. Seraphina will see to it that your son can manage with the changes in his lifestyle.”


“Changes?” His mother echoed, “What’s going to change? He’ll be able to walk and see right?”


“Unfortunately Mrs. Watson, he will never be able to regain the use of his sight.” This was the Junior Doctor talking, a note of sympathy coming into his voice.


The silence after that was sharp, the truth stabbing like a knife.


Jared trembled in his wheelchair, his fists clenching and unclenching as the blood rushed to his head.


“What do you mean I’ll never be able to see again?” He was furious no, more like he was livid.

“You said,” His voice rising, “That it would be touch and go for a while, you said it would be possible for my eyes to self repair and possibly have my sight returned!” He thumped the table for emphasis, He was sure everyone either jumped or flinched at this.


“Unfortunately, it’s just not possible.” Dr. Zhung continued, “Your eyes were heavily damaged by the exploding windshield and until we could accurately assess—”


“Assess what you frigging fool!? You told me that there were fragments of glass in my eye that had to be removed, which was removed by that damn surgeon!”



The blood began pounding in his head; he could feel a headache starting to form. “You told me that my eyes needed to heal, and they have according to you, so why the hell can’t I see!?”


“Jared…” His mother gasped silently, he could feel her gaze upon him. He didn’t want her sympathy right now, not at this moment. Right now, he wanted nothing more than his sight back.


“Because the glass sliced too deeply unfortunately,” The junior doctor spoke firmly, the sympathy in his voice still remained, and it made Jared’s fury even worse. “Your cornea and pupils have been damaged to the point of no repair, and there is still a likelihood that there are still fragments of glass in your eyes, they will ache every once in a while. You will have scars surrounding your eyes as well; the glass did some serious lasting damage. We’re sorry.”


“SORRY! YOU FRIGGING BASTARDS HAD A DUTY! YOU AND THAT STUPID CHINK HAD A DUTY!”



There were audible gasps from everyone around them, the room became silent once more and only Jared’s heavy breathing could be heard. This time, despite being angry, Jared could slightly feel an air of hostility.


“Jared, you must understand this, there was no adequate way to confirm your sight until your eyes healed.” Helen began firmly, but Jared had heard enough of the crap.


“Shut up! You knew as well didn’t you?! You knew that I would never see again! You knew!” The atmosphere in the room was uncomfortable, no one knew how exactly to tell him that he had to face this. Jared, in his shaking anger, felt his father’s hand on his shoulder, and squeeze. Jared bowed his head, knowing that his father was going to be there for him.


“Is there nothing that can be done?” His brother softly spoke from Jared’s left side.


The silence that followed spoke more volumes than necessary.


“GET OUT.” Jared’s voice cracked out, his anger over boiling. He wanted nothing more than to punch their faces in, but in his weakened state, he could do nothing more than feel his throbbing head pound and feel absolutely useless.


Thankfully, the health care team felt the same way. One by one, they rose and left the Watson’s to calm down and deal with the new changes.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Good beginning to what looks like an interesting story. I loved some of your word-styling like "...their conversation dissipated like smoke..". Very good!

[wantsomefun]

This will probably be a long tale, but if it's written in a way that captures the reader's interest like the beginning did, you'll have a great series on your hands.

Please continue.

[belizelarry]

Nice beginning and well detailed. You captured the work of the trauma team very well. Doctors still can not do miracles in spite of all the latest advances in medicine. And they certainly cannot cure deep seated predjudices of some human beings. Good start and looking forward to lots more story. Interesting so far.

[thatcuriousone]

ELP - Thank you. I hope to continue to read!
Wants - I do hope it turns out the way I imagined it. Jared and Corrina keep talking to me and as long as they are, I'm going to keep writing it.
Belize - Agreed. Doctors do not have a "cure all solution" for all situations like this. And no, they certainly can not. Its unfortunate that some individuals have a deep rooted sense of racism in them. I hope that you continue to read!
To all my silent readers out there: Thank you very much for reading my story~

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Present:


His anger still smoldered against those doctors, but, his mood had been slowly improving since he had been moved to the rehab floor. Corrina came every morning to do strengthening exercises with his legs and arms, getting him used to the muscles he would use in order to walk again. Feeling out, he slowly extended his left hand to reach the urinal that should…it wasn’t there. Sighing in frustration, he fiddled around in his bed searching for the call bell.
Finding the odd shaped knob beside him, he pressed the button.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And time continued to tick while his bladder consistently warned him of the impending doom.


“’Allo?”


He cursed inwardly and spoke.


“Hi, could I get a hand in here? I can’t seem to locate my urinal, and I really need to pee.”


“Oh, be right there!”


And, true to her word, she wasn’t there.
Just as he was about to burst, Corrina stepped into the room.
“Jared?” She stared at his stormy face, his hazy eyes narrowed. His face visibly relaxed somewhat, as he turned his head to face her.


“Corrina? Could you do me a really big favor and find me my urinal fast? I really have to go pee.”


She looked and saw that one of the nurses had put it on his right side. She inwardly sighed as she moved forward and handed it to him. She turned around as he uncovered himself and slid his penis into the bucket, a hot stream of pee jetted out immediately. She heard him groan in obvious relief at finally being able to pee. When he was finally finished, she turned around as he looked in the direction he thought she was in.


“Um, Corrina? Could I—”


“I’m so sorry Jared!” Corrina watched as the ginger haired Huron briskly walked into the room, took in what happened in a quick assessment and reached out to grab the urinal from Jared.



“One of my other patients had to go down for an x-ray, and I had to go prepare him for transport.” She dumped the pee in the toilet, turned on the tap to rinse out the remaining pee and returned to Jared’s right side to place the urinal down.


“That would be the reason I needed to call in the first place Huron. I’m blind, so what good is the urinal going to do me on that side?”



Huron froze, realizing her grave mistake. Sheepishly, she turned and placed it on the left hand side, noting his face of annoyance.


“Thank you.” He said tersely.


Huron nodded, and realized that she would need to state it orally. “Of course, sure, not a problem Jared, is there anything else I can do for you?”


“No, you’ve been enough help thank you.” Corrina slightly winced at his tone.


“Then I’ll leave you and Corrina to your work.”


“Thanks Huron, I’ll let you know when I’m done with him.” Corrina didn’t notice Jared shiver in delight at that prospect, knowing how hard she would work him.
Corrina smiled at Jared, and walked over to his non dominant side and he frowned slightly,


“Corrina? Don’t we start on the left side?”


“We have been for the last month, but it’s time to switch from dominant to non dominant. It’s to give you a little change up; we’ll switch back and forth every month. I’ve brought a walker with me today.”


Corrina watched in amazement as Jared’s face lit up in a smile that she would remember for a long time. It made her heart flutter and sent a tingle down her spine. It didn’t help that she found him attractive, standing at near six feet, with five o’clock stubble across his face and a boyish charm with his dark tousled hair. He had gotten skinny when he had first come down to the rehab floor, but with his mother’s home cooked meals and with the training she gave him every day, he was regaining the muscle he had previously lost. As well, his scarred eyes had attracted her the most, giving him an edge that she hadn’t realized that she liked.


He was excited at the prospect of finally being able to stand she noted, something that had he had been waiting for. An hour later, Jared stood, sweating, his warm feet finally able to touch the cold linoleum floor. Corrina was behind him, her body pressed up against him to hold him firmly. Jared felt the blood rush from his head to his limp member, a feeling he had not felt in a long time. He felt her mounds press snugly against his back, her thin scrubs and his gown not making much of a barrier between them. He had grown to enjoy her constant company over the past two months, he didn’t know what she looked like in particular, but he knew she was a woman. A curvy, husky voiced woman who, after he had thought about it, had never asked to feel her face to know what she looked like.



If Jared could see however, he would have seen a lovely ebony woman. She stood at 5’7, with a weave that was always done up in a messy bun since she didn’t quite particularly care how it looked half the time. She was a chunkier woman however, which gave her an extra boost especially dealing with clients that were of Jared’s height, or those who were a bit heavier than she was. She had light brown eyes, breasts adequate to her stature, and tried to keep herself fit and active, although, she got most of her exercise working with the clients. However, her love for sweets never did her well.


He tried to turn his body and his feet didn’t listen immediately, so he wobbled instead.


“Whoa, Jared!” Corrina re adjusted her feet and balanced them both out again, shifting her arms around the transfer belt she had around him.



“Not so fast, are you tired?”


Jared shook his head, “No,” even though his legs begun to tremble. “I just realized, I’ve never asked to know what you look like.”


Corrina was surprised. She had never thought it had particularly mattered.


“But, Jared,” she began, “I’m just a therapist, you’ve never asked to know what the rest of the nurses looked like, why me?”


Jared grinned. “Can’t a blind guy know what a lady looks like?”


Corrina bit her lip, feeling that she had been insensitive. “I’m sorry, of course you can. Now, do you think you could take a couple more steps to the wheelchair? I’m going to hand you over to Seraphina so you can go over some Braille with your teacher and you can talk to her about all the implements you’re going to need in your home when you return. You’ve been making great progress I believe, so you’ll be out of here in no time.”


Her praise swelled him, and his manhood.


She didn’t notice until she sat him down and she gasped softly.


Jared heard the gasp and wondered what had happened, until he realized that his member was hard and very much erect.


‘Oh crap.’ He thought, ‘She must think I’m some sort of pervert…’


“Did you want me to put a blanket over you?” She had seen his erect member bobbing under his gown and her lips twitched. He nodded and she complied, and he tried to think of other things rather than her soft mounds pushing into the back of him…


“Corrina?”


“Yes Jared?”


“Before we go, can I touch you?”


A sharp retort died on Corrina’s lips as she turned and saw him sitting there, his lips in a half smile and his arms halfway raised. She smiled, covered him over and bent over, grasping his hands firmly in hers.


“Mhm. You may.” Avoiding his obvious erection, she lifted his hands to her face. Jared began slowly outlining her face, the curve of her eyebrows, the almond shaped eyes, her long eyelashes, and her smooth unlined face. Such a normal, non erotic act was sending tingles down Corrina’s spine, and making her smile in the obvious delight that it gave Jared to sculpt her face with his hands. His slow, gentle, but slightly calloused caress was shy and inquisitive, but yet, the firmness of his fingers told her that he wanted a full picture of what she looked like.


Jared’s mind began piecing the mystery of her face together, it was another skill that he was still learning to do, but he was determined to finally have a face of his own making with this woman that he liked. He smiled back at her as he felt her cheeks indent.


“You have dimples!” He chuckled, and his fingers slowly danced over her wide flat nose and pressed into the soft curve of her bountiful, kissable lips. He leaned forward slightly, bringing their faces closer as he completed his map of her face, sliding his hands down to caress her neck softly. Jared heard her shaky intake of breath and she covered his hands with her own, stopping him.


“Do you have your picture now?” Her voice had taken on a soft, but unsteady tone, he wondered if his probing had affected her in some way like he had. His manhood had not declined for its need for attention, instead, it twitched and throbbed, seeking some sort of release.


He brought his face closer and she inhaled as did he and her cocoa butter scent wafted over to him, adding to his mental picture. To his surprise his voice was steady as he replied.


“No, not fully, not by any means Corrina. However,” he leaned back and dropped his hands so he could re arrange the blanket to his liking, “It will do.”


Corrina was stunned by his reply. She could say nothing because she still did not trust her voice, she still could feel his fingers on her lips. Instead, she wheeled him out of the room, down the hall and into Seraphina’s room.


“Jared, a lovely pleasure to see you again.”


Seraphina called out, and Jared’s hard on immediately began to shrink; he disliked her accent since it made things awkward when he misinterpreted things. Corrina had told him that she was British, but, from her scent, he was sure that she was of a different race. He couldn't be sure though, since Corrina discouraged his probing and Seraphina never really bothered to discuss it. She was too busy being concerned over how he was going to cope being blind and he sometimes hated the tone she used with him when she felt that his input was not needed.


"So, Jared, how do you feel your adjusting?"


He hated when she asked him that. It was a weekly thing for her to ask him that, and each week, a fouler answer kept coming to mind, but he wouldn’t say it.


“Just fine thank you. I believe I’m making improvements.” Was his clenched tooth answer.


“Excellent. Now, getting back to other matters; I have been discussing it with your parents and they have decided it would be best that you return to your apartment, but with some modifications. We’re going to have installers come in and re arrange things so that Braille can be installed in your kitchen to help you identify where things are. They are also planning some other modifications, but when you speak to them tonight, they can give you more information regarding that. Moreover, Corrina tells me that your progress has been quite steady and she hopes to have you out of here within a couple of weeks considering all things. Ah!” Jared heard some footsteps behind him and recognized the familiar tapping of a certain stick. “Well hello Cecilia, just in time.”


“Hello Sera and hello Jared. Ready for our next lesson?”


Jared grinned, turning to face her. “Of course.”


Inwardly, he was very happy to see her, since it let him escape from Seraphina a lot faster.


Cecilia told him that they had a lot of time today so she spent most of her afternoon with him. She reviewed with him the Braille alphabet, the Braille way of counting, money and how to distinguish between the different bills and if they didn’t have Braille, ways to fold them so that he knew what kind of change he would be getting. She taught him how to expand his senses in the best way possible. She told him as he continued learn that they would expand, allowing him to hear the different tones of anger, happiness, mistrust, as well as many other emotions. They passed the time learning from each other, Jared was a willing student.

[belizelarry]

tco Another great chapter in this story. I appreciate a story like this, that has a plot, and real characters, and somewhere down the line a little sex or teasing. Your descriptions of a recovering patient are spot on. Having been in that situation before, and working in the medical field for years, it brings back many memories. Both happy and tragic. Keep up this quality of writing and we all will keep following. Thanks

[farmer Joe]

Great start. I love the subtle hints at the racism that will become a bigger issue. Looking forward to the next chapter. FJ

[rrsis]

I appreciate a story like this, that has a plot, and real characters, and somewhere down the line a little sex or teasing.

[rothoveyihu]

you'll have a great series on your hands.

[bosquesgaoy]

Keep up this quality of writing and we all will keep following. Thanks

[thatcuriousone]

Larry: Thank you! This is the only way I know how to write truly. I can't just write a story without it. I guess I'm a bit biased? I'm glad to hear from someone who has been in both situations before, and it definitely helps me to know that I've been spot on. I hope I didn't bring up too many bad memories. Thank you for continuing to read.

FJ: -grins- There are some things I fully intend to explore in doing this. I've never written something like this before, so its been interesting. Thank you for reading!

Rriss/rothoveyihu/bosquesgaoy: Thank you so much!

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4 months later
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Jared was mentally counting out the steps he took to what Corrina told him was the door of the room he was in. He stopped as Corrina explained to him that he had reached the door frame and he touched it, feeling it within his grasp.


‘8 steps.’ He mentally told himself, ensuring that he committed it memory.


“Corrina, can you lead me back? I want to know what my small room feels like.”


In most hospitals these days, private rooms were a rarity. They were only given to isolation patients who had hospital based infections and needed to be quarantined from the rest to ensure that it did not spread. In Jared’s case, they had no other choice. There simply were too many patients for too few beds. And therefore, Jared got an isolation room because there had been no infections of late.


Corrina brought him back to the bed and started off again.


“We are now facing…” And on she went, bringing him closer to visualizing the entire room and its furniture. An hour later, he was proud that he had a mental map of the room committed to memory. He always made sure he put that hour to good use since he only had Corrina for that length of time. She couldn’t spend all day with him. As Corrina turned to leave, she saw him stumble and gave a small sound within her throat and dived to catch him. Luck was in her favor as it seemed, because she had grabbed a fist full of his gown and thankfully, she had remembered to do it up so she wouldn’t have to see his firm behind. He ended up in her arms, draped over her slightly and she sighed in relief.


“Are you alright?” It came out too snappishly, Corrina thought, she was angrier at herself than him.


“I am,” Jared replied, slightly stunned that after all that work, that he had stumbled like that. “Are you alright though? It sounds like you’re not happy.”



He had been improving on the skill of being able to decipher mood and tone, and especially since he had spent so much time with her, he knew her mood change nearly instantly.


“I—” She hesitated, and then told him the truth. “I was scared for you honestly. You nearly gave me a heart attack Jared!”


He lifted his heavier frame from her, slightly found his bearing and embraced her in a warm, tender hug.


“Who can fall when they have you to pick them back up?”


Corrina smiled, her skin tone never revealing the blush that could creep up on her, but her voice said volumes.


“I think you are way to kind with your praise Jared, it’s you who picks yourself back up.”


He chuckled, and released her, sliding his hands down her arms and picked up her hands.


“These,” he paused for emphasis, “Are the hands that have saved me.” And surprising himself and her, he kissed them tenderly, relishing in the feeling of the dichotomy of her calloused but soft hands.


“Jared…” Corrina breathed out, “We can’t—”


“Mhm, I know…” He released her gently, and she sighed in relief.


“I know, but I do like to push my limits you know?” He grinned at her ruefully, and she shook her head at him, glad that he could not see how much her eyes longed for him to touch her like that again.


“I’ll see you tomorrow.”


He grinned, partially because he fully intended to make further moves on her and because he heard the hitch in her voice.


“I’ll be here.”

Sonia was working nights, and so, she listened with interest about her patients, especially the troublesome ones.
Sonia had been told that the client in the “isolation room” was a real charmer and really easy to take care of. She was glad, since the other clients were not as easy.
She poked her head into his room and performed her quick “assessment”.

Airway? Check

Breathing? Check.

Circulation? Check later with vitals.

Color? Normal.

Good looking man in a hospital gown? Check.


“Good evenin’ sugah. I’m Sonia, Ima gonna be your nurse tonight.”


She noted something strange when she said that, His posture changed. He stood up straighter, his back becoming rigid immediately…and his look of pure, absolute rage was monstrous, it was if a storm raged in his conflicting emotions.
He breathed in raggedly, his chest heaving with the lack of air. His face was turning red and his body began trembling. Sonia stood stunned for a moment and quickly moved closer; pulling out her stethoscope and immediately began assessing him.


So concerned for her client however, she didn’t particularly think of herself first.
Jared’s hands came up and grabbed her small, Caucasian frame and shook her violently.


“YOU WHORE!” He spat in her face, “YOU TWO FACED NIGGER WHORE!” He shoved her back violently and she hit the ground hard, giving out a cry of both surprise and hurt.


Unfortunately for Sonia, Jared had taken the time to learn every inch of his room so he had a general idea of where to find her. Sonia lay stunned as Jared picked her up and taking a few steps forward, bodily threw her out of the room. There was a loud smack as she impacted with the floor.


“STAY OUT! DON’T COME NEAR ME YOU NIGGER! YOU HEAR ME?!”


At this point, Jared and the injured Sonia had finally drawn some attention. The other nurses came running, two of them covering Sonia and the head nurse standing between Jared and them.


“Jared! What’s wrong with you?!” Tanya inquired, trying to keep him distracted before he did any more harm and hoping that security came quickly after the call that had been put though. She asked the wrong question however, since Jared let out a tirade of swear words at her, telling her how could she work with filth, and many other things she would care to forget about hearing about. The one thing that stuck in her head however, was how much hatred radiated from him when he talked about black people. She didn’t know what had happened to him, but he hated, loathed and utterly disgusted them…


For the rest of the week, he could tolerate no one with an accent. Anyone who had any slight of it set him into a rage that they had to call security for. Seraphina refused to see him after she was told about poor Sonia, who was black and blue and would need three weeks to recover.


The only sole person who he would tolerate was Corrina… and to some degree, the nurses who did not have an accent. His face was as stony as a rock for those next two weeks and the only person who could get him to smile was Corrina.


However, Corrina was slightly troubled. She had very well heard the accounts, more than once from her colleagues that were particularly concerned. She was a well liked individual and no one particularly wanted to see her hurt by him. However, each and every single time they went out with him she came back unharmed and laughing or smiling with him. Everyone could tell that Jared had feelings for her; it was in the way that he smiled or in the way that he sought out her approval. No one particularly could understand it, and as time progressed, Corrina stuck it in the back of her mind and the nurses learned not to put anyone particular with him.

A round of applause greeted Jared as he walked confidently from his room to the nurse’s station. It had been another three months until Corrina and the rest of the interdisciplinary team had declared him fully fit to go home. He grinned at them all.


“Thank you for all your support ladies, without you, I really wouldn’t have made it that far.” He received another round of applause and certain day nurses went up and hugged him, no one had particularly forgotten what had happened. They were still cautious around him.


Jared had been hoping to see Corrina, but she hadn’t come into his room and he promised his parents that he would meet them downstairs, since Corrina had ensured she had taught him the way and he now had a walking stick so that he wouldn’t walk into anyone. But he knew somewhere deep within him that his flirting and his open like for her may have scared her off, since she had told him staff and client relationships were not permitted at all, despite the fact that Jared was going to become a past client of the hospital, Corrina was still concerned over it. He waved to the ladies of the hospital and made his way down to the elevator and out the door. His parents greeted him ecstatically and his brother slapped him on the back. They were extremely glad to have him back after nearly a year in rehabilitation. His brother pressed a letter into his hands.


“This was given to me by one of your nurses I think. She told me that you would know how to read it. It’s in Braille. But, you can read it in the car. Let’s go.”


Jared was led out by his brother slowly into the world. Jared stopped near the front entrance hearing a completely different world than the hospital he had gotten used to in nearly a year. He trembled in both fear and anticipation, wondering how much things would change now that he was different. He sighed and then grinned, hearing Corrina in the back of his mind.


‘You’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t take a step Jared.’


Nodding to his brother’s inquiry, he took a step.

[belizelarry]

Love it!

[thatcuriousone]

Originally Posted by belizelarry

Love it!

Thanks BL. I'll be probably posting the next section in a couple of days.

[KnightLover1]

Very good beginning, And loved how you wrote the story, Definitely made the story stick together referring to the racism and the backstory of how jared became blind due to his accident, And the frustration he felt when they couldn't fix and repair his eye sight.

Certainly look forward to more of this story to find out what happens next. Keep up the good work hun..

[thesilent1]

Hi thatcuriousone, that is a great story that you had written so far. I like the inspiration the farmer joe has given you to write such a story. An excellent beginning with such vivid details. I loved the dialogue of the characters in the story. It grabs the reader's attention and you can feel the emotion in this story. So many great things to say about the story, but I wanted to keep it relatively short since there are more thing to come.

[thatcuriousone]

Originally Posted by KnightLover1

Very good beginning, And loved how you wrote the story, Definitely made the story stick together referring to the racism and the backstory of how jared became blind due to his accident, And the frustration he felt when they couldn't fix and repair his eye sight.

Certainly look forward to more of this story to find out what happens next. Keep up the good work hun..

Thanks handsome.
I hope the rest continues to keep drawing you in as I continue to write it.

Originally Posted by thesilent1

Hi thatcuriousone, that is a great story that you had written so far. I like the inspiration the farmer joe has given you to write such a story. An excellent beginning with such vivid details. I loved the dialogue of the characters in the story. It grabs the reader's attention and you can feel the emotion in this story. So many great things to say about the story, but I wanted to keep it relatively short since there are more thing to come.

Thank you for the encouragement!
And yes, there is way more to come, I'm just at an impasse, so to speak of how deeply I want to take it. Thank you for reading!

[KnightLover1]

Originally Posted by thatcuriousone

Thanks handsome.
I hope the rest continues to keep drawing you in as I continue to write it.


Thank you for the encouragement!
And yes, there is way more to come, I'm just at an impasse, so to speak of how deeply I want to take it. Thank you for reading!

Your welcome cutie Oh I'm sure it will baby girl I look forward to the rest indeed

[ELaken-Palmer]

Enjoying this story a lot. It's not the usual stuff you find on the forum. This is very original and unexpected. Great writing!

[thatcuriousone]

Thank you for the gracious comment ELP.
I would also like to thank my readers out there.
Unfortunately, this part is quite short, since I haven't had the time to work properly on this story for a bit.
Nonetheless, here it is.
- -
In the car, he unfolded the letter and ran his fingers across it.


‘Congratulations Jared, you’ve finally made it. I was so proud to be a part of your recovery and I’m glad you have finally embraced your new outlook on life. I hope to still see you, as you continue progressing on your journey and hope our mutual friendship progresses even further.
Best wishes,
Cecilia.’


Disappointed, he put down the letter. He had been really hoping it had been from Corrina.


“What is it Jared? You look disappointed.”


“Slightly, Cody, slightly. I was hoping for a letter from someone else actually.”


“Oh?” Cody grinned, and slyly elbowed his brother in the ribs, “Did Jared find a girl~friend while in the hospital? Did our Jared flirt with this unnamed lady friend?” Cody chuckled as Jared elbowed him back playfully.


“No, well not really. She just couldn’t be who I wanted her to be.”


Cody immediately sobered, seeing that his brother had hoped for something.



“I’m sorry bro, sometimes things are just not meant to work out?”


Jared shrugged. “I suppose so.”


Cody moved the topic to other things, and they chatted, Jared catching up on what he had missed. A part of him had missed this he realized; just being able to chat and talk with his family was not something he had been able to do while he worked 60 hours in a week. Being not at work for the past while made him realize how much he hadn’t truly missed it. He hadn’t missed the long hours, being on the go constantly, the loneliness of travel, the ache of not having anyone you know around, and he realized, that in being in the hospital and dealing with the urge to walk again his body had not craved a smoke in a long time. And he found that he never wanted to smoke again. He was thankful that he always decided to smoke on the balcony because he wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle the smell of it again.

His apartment smelled musty, as if he hadn’t been it in it for years. It surprised him even more however, that he could smell traces of wood, the acrid residue of smoke, and him in a way. He felt slightly alien in his own home he realized, a feeling that was compounded by his lack of sight. This place was normally abandoned by him while he traveled for business and now that he had come home for an extended visit, he felt like he didn’t know where anything was. He hesitated inside, not knowing where to step or where to even place his head. His brother watched his silent emotional war played havoc with his face. His brother had always been good at hiding his emotions, so it was strange to him to see him struggle so much. Stepping forward, he grabbed his brother’s hand.


“Cody?”


“Yeah. Do you know where you’re standing?”


“At the apartment door I’m supposing, although, I’m guessing the coat hanger is behind the door still and the closet is still on the left side?”


“Yeah.”


“How many steps is it?”


“Um…good question, I have no idea.”


Jared smiled. “We’d better find out then.”

[Yikes_Run!!]

I like that you a building a full story here Ms. Curious its not just a half complete background. Im also enjoying the irony twist you are building on.

This is the first story of yours ive come accross. I will look for more later.

Thank you for writing. It.

[thatcuriousone]

Originally Posted by Yikes_Run!!

I like that you a building a full story here Ms. Curious its not just a half complete background. Im also enjoying the irony twist you are building on.

This is the first story of yours ive come accross. I will look for more later.

Thank you for writing. It.

I'm quite sure I've probably turned a lot of readers away since its starts off in such a manner, but, this is the way I write. I've never been able to jump into porn without some sort of background.
Why thank you.
I don't have many truly. I started a half baked idea a while back and it never particularly got finished. I have one other I entered into the CAW and this one.

[thesilent1]

Originally Posted by thatcuriousone

I'm quite sure I've probably turned a lot of readers away since its starts off in such a manner, but, this is the way I write. I've never been able to jump into porn without some sort of background.
Why thank you.
I don't have many truly. I started a half baked idea a while back and it never particularly got finished. I have one other I entered into the CAW and this one.

Well, you are doing an excellent job writing this story so far. I can't wait for you to write some more.

[thatcuriousone]

Sorry everyone. I'm hoping to get the next chapter up in the next couple of days. I've just been feeling that this scene I've been writing doesn't fit right.

[KnightLover1]

Well you'll get there hun. Definitely a good lead up, As I have gotten to catch up to the lastest chapter.. And I might add.. It has more then my attention now.. lol,

So take your time and we will look forward to the following parts of this story.. Well written and a great background and good plot and certainly will keep following..

[thatcuriousone]

Hi everyone.
I've been fairly reluctant to post this scene for a while. Not because it deals with anything dark and nasty, its just that I how I wanted to form the scene, didn't particularly turn out the way I thought it would. I'm sure you'll all give me encouraging posts, but when I read it, it just doesn't feel vivid enough to me. Maybe I'm just getting in over my head. However, here is the next section of my story. Enjoy!

- - -

It was so strange to have the TV on and the house eerily silent to his ears. His parents and brother had long gone home, promising to return the next morning so that he could learn his apartment more. He had been able to feel the Braille on the cupboard doors, his family rearranging things to the headings that he had, but how was he going to be able to tell a can of soup from a can of beans? How was he going to find the right seasoning he wanted? Where was he going to locate the right pots or pans he wanted? He found that thinking about all of this made him question himself even more. He suddenly missed the sounds of the hospital; there was always some noise to quell the thoughts in his head…

KNOCK KNOCK

Jared slightly jolted, wondering who the hell would be knocking on his door at this hour of the night. He assumed it was late, considering he could no longer feel the sun’s rays on him and with the window open, he could faintly hear crickets outside. Getting up slowly, he yelled out,


“Just a minute!”


It took him some time, bumping into some objects that he couldn’t remember placing there, a stubbed toe on some other object and slightly tripping to reach the door. He unlocked the bottom lock but left the chain on and asked.


“Who is it?”


The response was slow in coming, but when it did, Jared slid the chain lock back as fast as he could.


“It’s me.”


He was sure he was staring down at her open mouthed and mute. Corrina was standing before him; he would know that voice and that scent anywhere.


“Corrina,” He breathed in deeply, his head was thinking of how in she had managed to find him.


“Is it okay that I come in?”


“Of course,” He took a stumbling step back, still stunned to have her here before him.


Corrina stepped into his apartment, noting how Spartan and bare it was. There wasn’t much in the apartment save for the necessary chairs, tables, some stools in the kitchen, and perhaps the TV was the only splash of color in the room since it was on right now. All of the little pictures he had of his family where older and in black and white. It just seemed like this wasn’t his home at all, and Corrina felt like she was invading. Unconsciously, she had taken his hand and led him to the couch while he followed; filing away the steps and curves she took to get to the couch. Realizing that she had done so, she removed her hand away from him and sat silently for a moment, gathering her thoughts before she spoke.


She sighed heavily, “Jared, I truly shouldn’t be here. I mean, you’re technically still a patient of the hospital, despite the fact that you were discharged hours ago. I’m seriously breaking rules here since I looked up where you—” Jared grabbed her and his guess was correct as he gently pressed his lips on hers, halting her train of thought and her nervous tirade of words. At first Corrina couldn’t respond, but his lips were insisting, and her lips automatically replied in a passionate kiss that lasted much longer than any of them realized. When they parted, Corrina noted the longing in his face, his hands not quite squeezing her, but not willing to let go.


Jared heard her gasping for breath, her smaller frame giving off a small tremble that she probably didn’t realize she was doing.


“Jared—”


He wouldn’t let her speak again. He melded his lips on her soft ones, wanting her to understand how he felt about her. If she was going to continue making excuses, he was going to continue kissing her until she finally shut up. He pulled her closer, wrapping his strong arms around her frame. It was as if they were magnets, their polarity intensifying as they continued. Corrina trembled again and he nibbled on her lower lips and he felt and heard the sharp intake of breath and her weak murmured whisper of his name. He stroked her back lovingly, caressing her spine, shoulder blades and lower back. She finally unfroze when he did that, curling her arms around him and pressing closer against his body, entwining her fingers within his hair. He released her lips and slightly breathless, spoke.


“Any more excuses?”


Her answer was a deep throated chuckle. He grinned at her, feeling her laughter infect him and his hands lifted to her face, carving out her look of joy with his fingertips. She smiled at him, and he laughed at her dimples indenting.


“I don’t think I do really.”


“Does that mean I get to take you out on a date?”


She laughed again. “I suppose, depending on one thing.”


“Name it.”


“Kiss me again?”


“With pleasure.” And without anymore ado, he did.


An hour later, Corrina lay asleep and lovingly entangled within his arms. He didn’t want to wake her; truly, he had spent the last hour craving to feel her body, but without a spare change of clothing and her needing to go to work in the morning, it was difficult for him to act on his more primal urges. He had learned however, that she enjoyed having her back stroked, which is why she lay asleep in his arms, and there were a few sensitive spots on her that he fully wanted to take advantage of at a later date. Corrina shifted under him, rubbing her pelvis against his half hard erection and sighed contently while he slightly hissed in pleasure. He really had to control himself tonight and he hadn’t minded one bit about it. She would be worth the wait.
Nibbling on her ear, he breathed her name.


“Corrina, Corrina, wake up…”


She stirred, slowly, coming to awareness with a slight, “Hn?” sound and stretched like a contented cat, rubbing up against him further and causing him to squirm even more.


“What—What time it is?” She asked sleepily, and he laughed at her use of words.


Kissing her forehead, he murmured to her, “You would have to look lovely, since I can’t.”


“Idiot,” She half mumbled to herself sleepily and fully cracked her eyes open and gasped at the time.


“Shoot. Its 10pm.” Corrina jumped out of his lap and leaned over to kiss him tenderly.


“How long will it take you get home?”


“About 45 minutes.”


“Do you have enough time to lead me to my bedroom?”


“Don’t be silly. Of course I do, how do you intend to lock the door though?”


“Oh, didn’t think of that.” He replied sheepishly.


“Do you remember how many steps?”


“17 and a half step to the couch.” Was his automatic reply.


“Good. Now start from the couch to the bedroom. And do you think you could potentially follow me?”


He shook his head. “I’m not that good yet Corrina.”


“Fair point. I guess I’m just used to you catching on a lot quicker than most.”


Corrina began the process of guiding him around the furniture to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom, of which, she let him know that Braille had be installed on his cupboards as well. She waited as he discovered where a towel was and grabbed it, slinging it over his shoulder.


“I need a shower.” He told her, even though, in the back of his mind, he knew it was an excuse. She also let him grab boxers and a t shirt to sleep in since she figured he’d need it for his shower.


She led him to the door, and kissed him again.


“I have your number already, so I’ll call you tomorrow morning? Actually no, I’ll call you around lunch; you’ll still be sleeping when I get up.”


He nipped her lips playfully. “I’ll be here then. Goodnight lovely.”


He didn’t see the smile she gave him, but her voice betrayed her to his ears, “Goodnight handsome.”




He shut the door and locked it, moving as quickly as he possibly could to his bedroom. Stripping down and tossing his clothing on the ground, he put the night shirt aside and didn’t bother with his boxers; he tossed them over his headrest so he could wear them in the morning. He left the towel beside him and grabbed his half hard erection with his hands, slowly sliding his hands over it, imagining that it was Corrina’s hand instead. It grew to its full size in no time flat. He pictured what he thought she might have looked like naked and his member throbbed at thought, gladly accepting his offer of her body to fuel his oncoming orgasm. He figured that he would not last terribly long; it had been quite a while since he had last touched his most sensitive place. His member got harder and throbbed again, resonating at his imaginations of Corrina’s face, voice and her hands caressing his leaking member, letting him conjure that his pre cum was her saliva, dripping delicately down his shaft and the heat that his member gave off, was her warm mouth, sliding down his length ever so expertly. She whispered to him in her throaty voice how much she loved his hard member, his balls tingled as she fondled them gently and his engorged head was delicately teased by her fingers and mouth.


He groaned out her name, his own hand sliding faster on his length, lost in his imaginations. He groaned again as his balls churned, and his toes curled as his slit churned out his cream, the first spurt arching high into the air and landing on his chest. As his length continued to splatter his love juices he was lost in his ecstasy, his body releasing all his pent up emotions for the last 10 months and his only words were intelligible grunts and a low moan. When his length was finished and had given its last dribble, Jared was breathing heavily and he was covered in the largest load that he had done for quite some time. Relaxing from his high, he grabbed the towel and started cleaning his cooling spunk from off of him and some of his sweat as well. After he was done, put on his night shirt and slid into bed, falling asleep nearly instantly as his session with himself had completely relaxed him.

[thatcuriousone]

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[snowleopard3200]

Tco - well done with the story so far; the racism that idiot shows off will be a massive obstacle for him to overcome. Yet I sense there will be a choice in the future for him to make one way or another.

Nothing wrong with the style you have, showing some background at the first, and letting the story develop step by step. Let your style develop as you write; and it becomes your own signature in time. (My old world english drove many people nuts in the first few stories of mine).

I have to say this story has potential to go in many directions and is so far well crafted. Only one suggestion, in the second part of the story there is one line in a darkened coloration (at least when I seen it) that is hard to make out, I could not make out the wording and may have missed something important.

Other than that one part, your story is par excellent and I can see you soon enough entering the ranks of great authors here in the forum.

Thank you as well for the kind comment on the Assassins Gambit as well.

[gary446]

hi. thanks for sharing. really amazing story. expecting more exciting stories from you.

[belizelarry]

Very well done. It is a shame we all can't be as blind when it comes to SEEING other people. When our own predjudices block what we really feel for someone, regardless of color or race. It will be a shame when he finds that the woman he loves is not what he thinks she is. You did a good job of building that affection to this point. You portrayed him exactly like someone who is alone and lost at the moment. He found the cure and I wish he would not lose it. We don't get that match often. Emotionally fantastic. Love it.

[SW1]

The opening of your story, with the doctors marching in for the post op consultation, is too close to my post-op experience at DHMC.
May take a bit of effort on my part to get into this one.
SW

[thatcuriousone]

Originally Posted by snowleopard3200

Tco - well done with the story so far; the racism that idiot shows off will be a massive obstacle for him to overcome. Yet I sense there will be a choice in the future for him to make one way or another.

Nothing wrong with the style you have, showing some background at the first, and letting the story develop step by step. Let your style develop as you write; and it becomes your own signature in time. (My old world english drove many people nuts in the first few stories of mine).

I have to say this story has potential to go in many directions and is so far well crafted. Only one suggestion, in the second part of the story there is one line in a darkened coloration (at least when I seen it) that is hard to make out, I could not make out the wording and may have missed something important.

Other than that one part, your story is par excellent and I can see you soon enough entering the ranks of great authors here in the forum.

Thank you as well for the kind comment on the Assassins Gambit as well.

A-ha! Found it. That's odd that it would be the only part that would be grey. It will be fixed asap.

Anyways, getting back to the rest of your comments:
Yes, there will be a huge decision that Jared will have to make regarding him and Corrina. I kinda know where I want to bring that decision into, but how it comes about is sorta still murky in my head. Thank you for the kind and generous comments though, it definitely tells me I'm doing something right!

Originally Posted by gary446

hi. thanks for sharing. really amazing story. expecting more exciting stories from you.

Thanks so much~

Originally Posted by belizelarry

Very well done. It is a shame we all can't be as blind when it comes to SEEING other people. When our own predjudices block what we really feel for someone, regardless of color or race. It will be a shame when he finds that the woman he loves is not what he thinks she is. You did a good job of building that affection to this point. You portrayed him exactly like someone who is alone and lost at the moment. He found the cure and I wish he would not lose it. We don't get that match often. Emotionally fantastic. Love it.

-nods- Its unfortunate that we tend to see color/outward appearance before discovering the actual person that lurks underneath. It will be a shame indeed, but there is a reason for his deep seated racism of black people. I hope to introduce it soon. After a certain first date of course.

Originally Posted by SW1

The opening of your story, with the doctors marching in for the post op consultation, is too close to my post-op experience at DHMC.
May take a bit of effort on my part to get into this one.
SW

It sounds like it was quite the experience. I did not mean to bring up such an emotional memory for you, but I thought it would be better to be as realistic as possible. Thanks for reading however.

[KnightLover1]

Definitely getting more into this story.. Finally took the time to catch up from the previous posts of this.. Good stuff.. Few stories keep my attention, But I have to say this one is doing a great job.

Keep it up hun.

[thatcuriousone]

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[snowleopard3200]

Originally Posted by thatcuriousone

Shameless advertising.

TCO - no such thing as shameless advertising. Especially with a story as enjoyable as this one.

[Yikes_Run!!]

waiting patiently Mistress....

[thatcuriousone]

Hi everyone,
Sorry this took forever to post, getting a new job with 30+ hours a week really does take a toll on you. However, I had a week off, so I started writing again. Here's the next part of the story. I hope you enjoy.
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SMACK! Jared jolted awake immediately, his senses not fully aware of what was going on around him and he blindly lashed out and heard a satisfying “oomph!” from a familiar voice as he heard a body go down.
“You little brat!” He hoarsely yelled at his younger brother, still groggy from his sound slumber. He heard his brother laughing, probably clutching the pillow he had sneakily stolen from off his bed. Unthinking, Jared moved to get up and as he was about to toss of the sheets to attack his brother, he remembered that he was half naked. He tossed his remaining pillow at where he heard his brother laughing and it resounded with a sound smack that left him satisfied.
“Get out!”
Still laughing at his brother, Cody exited. Jared searched about for his boxers before sliding them on and making his way out the door. He could smell the coffee and hear the bacon that was sizzling on the fire. He heard the slight sound of toast popping up amid the popping sound of the bacon and breathed deeply, silently thankful to his brother for breakfast.
“So brat, what the hell was all that about?! Waking me up in the flipping morning?!” He asked jokingly, pretending to be angry.
Cody turned to his brother, grinning widely. “I haven’t done that to you in years bro. Seeing you so peaceful, well man, you asked for it.”
Jared shook his head at his brother. “You rat.”
Cody laughed and presented a plate in front of his brother, heaped with scrambled eggs, a couple pieces of toast and bacon and a hot steaming cup of coffee. “You’ll forgive me once you eat.”
Jared snorted. “Should I eat this? The last time you made something—” He shoveled a fork full of eggs in his mouth and was immediately silenced at how good it was. The egg had no freshness to it at all, it was bursting with the hints the concoction of seasoning that he had added. Jared taste buds couldn’t decipher, but whatever his brother had done, it was amazing.
“When was the last time you had my cooking?”
Jared swallowed. “Years now, Aunty Mabel’s cook out?”
“Ah, yes, the chili that I made…”
Jared made a face, “I wouldn’t consider that chili… not in the slightest!”
“Hey now!” Cody pouted, “I was learning the trade!”
“The trade of how not to cook chili, I think you nearly killed everyone!”
“Well…Nearly! Old Aunty Madge didn’t seem to mind it much.”
There was a loud snort from Jared. “She had no teeth!”
Cody laughed. “I guess you do have a point. She wasn’t completely all there all the time.”
“Hell, when was she? Those were some pretty amazing memories of our childhood D.”
Cody grinned up at his brother and sobered immediately as it had just hit him. His brother couldn’t see any of his expressions on his face. He had forgotten that his brother could not see anything he was doing at all.
“Damn. I’m sorry Jared.”
Jared made a face, wondering why his brother sounded so serious.
“Cody, D, what is it?”
Cody sighed. “Nothing man, nothing. We’d had better get you better acquainted with your apartment though. You haven’t seen—felt, the rest of the changes yet. Let me get the dishes for you…”
Wordlessly, Jared got up and easily maneuvered his way to the sink to Cody’s utter surprise.
“When did you—?”
Jared grinned. “I had a better teacher than either I or you expected. She was absolutely amazing. She taught me how to properly count my steps and how to maneuver around things. Why do you think I was constantly in the kitchen last night?”
“You were a pain last night, but that was you getting used to the kitchen?”
Jared nodded. “It’s my only way to “see” per say.”
He felt around for the soap and began lathering up the dishes. “Corrina taught that me that the only way I’ll learn is by doing it repeatedly, and creating my own kind of visual so that I can remember the format. She also taught me how to walk with all my senses extended so I can garner as much information as possible. I know I was being a pain last night, but hearing both you and mom cook, I know the stove is over there.” Jared pointed exactly where the stove was located, to Cody’s utter amazement. “The humming of the fridge places it right about there,” again he pointed, and again, he correctly located the fridge. “And the sink is here obviously, from dad washing the dishes last night, however, I still need to locate the dishwasher, since neither you nor mom decided to use it.” He added sheepishly.
“Wait a minute. Corrina taught you all of that?”
“In a sense. Cecilia gave me a hand with it too. Mainly Corrina though. She was absolutely amazing, teaching me everything she knew.”
“Wait a minute. Corrina was the PT wasn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s the one you like?!”
Jared made a sheepish face. “Yeah D. She’s the one.”
“She’s kind of different though, not the usual girl you’d go after.”
Jared turned, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well . . . she’s a lot thicker than most girls.”
Jared’s ire rose a slight notch. “Are you calling her fat?”
Cody winced at Jared’s sharp tone, realizing he was treading into deeper waters that he wasn’t sure were safe. “Well, not fat, but just bigger.”
Jared snorted. “I know that she’s much bigger than many of the ladies I was previously with. I like her just the way she is.”
Cody was silent for a moment. It seemed that Jared wasn’t going to see reason any time soon and he felt it would be unwise to push the situation any further.
“Alright man, alright. I’m glad for you though,” Jared threw a look over his shoulder to his brother and Cody saw the incredulous look on Jared’s face. “What? Despite my earlier…protest, I’m glad you’ve found yourself a woman. It’s been ages since you found a good, solid woman who doesn’t look like she’ll break.”
Jared snorted again. “Oh? Now we’re thankful for her size?” He finished up his dishes and left them to dry on the rack and slid back in the seat he had been previously in while his brother rose and Jared hear the clattering of dishes behind him.
“Look Jared. A lot of the women you brought over to my place…weren’t women. They just seemed interested in you for your roguish charm and good looks. This is the first time I’ve ever heard you tell me anything about a woman. Usually you’re all silent and odd. On top of that, you’ve never lasted any more than six months with any of them. You kept giving them all the same damn excuse, that you were too busy and that you didn’t really want them in the end.” Cody voiced hardened suddenly. “So, if you do anything to screw up this relationship, I will personally come over and kick your skinny butt to the curb. Do you get me?”
Jared had to smile, and then laugh after. “So I take it as your seal of approval?”
“Jar head, shut up.”
Jared continued laughing.

[thatcuriousone]

I'm terribly sorry to everyone.
These last couple of months have been pretty hectic with work and studying mixed in. But, I am still working on this story and I will post the next chapter pretty soon.
However, can someone proofread a section for me? I've been re reading it constantly, and I'm not entirely sure it makes sense. Thanks~

[thatcuriousone]

-hums to myself-

[snowleopard3200]

Hums to self?

Hmmm...so what is next - talking to oneself or talking to self and hearing the ghost of Richard Simmons speaking back?

Looking forward to the next part.

So you know TCO, the rewrite for the story Saga: Minn and the Magician will be done in a couple of months - complete overhaul and rewrite for the mess.

[gymgirl]

Originally Posted by thatcuriousone

-hums to myself-

Are you still looking for a proofreader? Send it to me, if you like

[thatcuriousone]

Originally Posted by snowleopard3200

Hums to self?

Hmmm...so what is next - talking to oneself or talking to self and hearing the ghost of Richard Simmons speaking back?

Looking forward to the next part.

So you know TCO, the rewrite for the story Saga: Minn and the Magician will be done in a couple of months - complete overhaul and rewrite for the mess.

I would hope not.
I think I shall upload the next part. But it shall be short. Just a tease really.

I got your PM. -laughs- Ironically, I had already seen Assassin's Gambit on the story site. I have intentions of reading it again when I have time to.

OH? Hurrah! I look forward to it.

[thatcuriousone]

I owe another part of the story:
And here it is.
If you note any issues, please let me know.
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Slightly irritated about not being able to tell what time it is, Jared waited impatiently for lunch time to roll around. He couldn’t wait to talk to her. Cody had left to head out to work and he was already feeling the weight of silence bearing down on him, being alone had its perks, but if he continued like this, he was sure to go absolutely crazy. He needed to find a job fast, something to occupy his time and keep him from thinking too much. Lost in his thoughts, he slightly jumped and then scrambled to reach the phone next to him on the couch.
“Hello?” He answered excitedly.
“Hey.”
He grinned. “Hi lovely, how is work?”
“You know, the usual, nothing too strenuous.”
He laughed. “As if, you’re just putting it mildly.”
She laughed softly on her end, “Probably, but you know, the rules.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “We need to get to you liven up a little regarding these rules Corrina.”
“Ha!” She exclaimed over the phone, “I think you’re lively enough. And besides, discussing work isn’t my favorite thing to do.”
“Oh? Should we then discuss where you would like to go for your date?”
There was a pause for a moment, and a slight huff of air that he heard pass her lips. “There was a spaghetti place near you—”
“Ah, the Tortella. I’m quite familiar with that place. They have excellent spaghetti.”
“I see you’ve been there before.”
“Ah, well,” he replied sheepishly, “A couple of times.”
“Uh huh. Well, now that it’s settled, what time?”
“Seven of course, best time to go since, if I remember correctly they have their dinner specials around that time. As long as the management hasn’t changed that is.”
“Sounds like you know the place pretty well.”
He shrugged on his end, feeling the subject was best not brought up about how many times he and his old flames had visited. “As I said, they have really good food. So, are you up for it?”
“You neglected to mention what day you wanted to go?”
“Ah, how does this Friday sound?”
“I don’t believe I have any engagements, so I should think that would work perfectly. I’ll come get you at seven.”
Jared was about to protest the arrangement when he realized that he would have no idea where he’d be going, let alone drive for that matter. He was shaken about how much being blind had changed his perspective in life.
“Yeah . . . seven would be great. So I’ll see you then lovely.”
“Perfect. I’ve got to go however, so we’ll talk soon. Bye!”
“Bye.”
As she hung up he put his head in his hands and pondered about the added difficulties he was going to face.

[thatcuriousone]

So it has just hit me how long I haven't posted for this story, even though I'm nearly finished. Thankfully, having some days off has prompted me to plunk down and get this story finished so there is actually an ending! I hated not being able to write and with the last CAW it encouraged me to spend more of my little free time doing so. Anyways, enough rambling on my part since all you want to do is read the story correct?
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To his surprise, the phone rang again.
“Hello?” He answered in some slight surprise, wondering who could be calling him.
“Why hello there stranger. Would you mind letting me in the building?”
“Cecilia?! How did you manage—”
“Let me in and I shall explain in perfect detail. What floor are you on?”
“Uh, 10 actually. The room number is 1012. But how are you going to find—“
“Let me in and I’ll surprise you, how about that?”
“Alright.” Slightly fumbling with the phone he located the 9 button and pressed it, letting her into the building. He hung up after that and waited for her arrival. Within 10 minutes, there was a polite knock on the door. He got up and quickly made his way over where he unlocked the front door and opened it.

“Cecilia?” He called out tentatively.
“Yes?” Was her answer.
“How?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are we playing a game?”
“Hardly Jared. Now, instead of having me stand out here, let me in?”
“Of course. But you still have to explain to me—”
“—How it is I managed to travel to see you using the bus system and my own practical sense?”
“Precisely.” He turned and she stepped into the room, he grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen table where they both sat down.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
“Water would be excellent please, it is quite warm outside.”
Jared got up and with his fingers, read where the glasses where and grabbed two and placed them on the counter. Heading to the fridge, he remembered that his mother had told him previously where the Brita water pitcher was and he grabbed it from the left side of the fridge and turned and poured two glasses he guessed and hoped it was somewhat full. Placing the pitcher back into the fridge, he lifted the two glasses and gave the heavier one to Cecilia.
“Thank you.” She replied and he heard her take a satisfying sip and sigh. “Much better.”
“Now, the association that I work for has been looking for a job more suited to your talents Jared.”
“My talents?” He raised an eyebrow, “I was a retail salesman before I was blind Cecilia, I was never home and I constantly traveled all over the place.”
“And do you think that it’s impossible to still do that now?”
“Well, yes, to be honestly truthful. How in the world am I going to know where I’m going if I can’t see?”
“Well, that is a good point, but what if you knew where you needed to go?”
Jared was getting frustrated and his reply revealed it. “Then I wouldn’t be damned blind!”
Cecilia sighed. “Alright, alright, I can see that this may not end up going anywhere soon, so I’ll just let you know the good news. We’ve gotten in contact with your company and they have no intention of letting one of their ‘prized’ employees go, so they are making provisions for you to make phone calls to companies instead of shipping you off to different countries.”
Jared snorted, “A desk job?! You’ve got to kidding me Cecilia, after working for the last ten years traveling everywhere, they want me to sit?!”
Cecilia laughed, “I wasn’t done yet Jared. Since you’re blind, they also want you to make provisions for yourself, they want you to let them know that you’re blind and that in order for you to meet them, you’ll need an extra…hand.”
Jared was floored. He realized that he’d still be able to keep his job as long as he could sell himself as the perfect man for the job…
“I thought that would have made you quite happy Jared?”
“Believe me, you have no idea how this makes me feel. You have no idea how good it feels to actually have a job back, a purpose that still allows me to make a living for myself,” He paused, “However, it presents a problem. How the hell am I getting to work? I can’t drive any longer.”
“This is where I come in,” Cecilia patted him affectionately; “I’m going to show you how to get to work and back. Where is the closest office?”
Jared snorted, “An hour away actually, off the highway and about fifteen minutes away from there.”
Cecilia paused for a moment, “That’s not too bad according to my calculations. There is a highway bus that will take you plus I’m sure there are local buses that can give you a lift; all you have to do is ask. So, are you ready to learn?”
Jared nodded, “Definitely. Do you know when they want me to start Cecilia?”
“They told me they would give you a call regarding when they would want you to start.”
“That’s good enough for me. Just, let me get dressed and we’ll go. Wait. How am I going to pay for the fare? I unfortunately don’t have any money.”
Cecilia laughed, “That is also where I come in, do you think I would come all the way here and not be prepared for the both of us?”
Jared rose off the couch and shrugged. “Good point. I’ll be right back.”
As soon as Jared was dressed, it was off they went.
Again, as soon as they stepped outside, Jared was bombarded by all the sights and sounds that both confused him and comforted him. There was so much to hear, smell and touch, but Cecilia’s firm guiding hand led him to the same place she had been, the bus stop.
“Now remember,” She turned to him, “Never be afraid to ask a question, someone is always willing to give you a hand, especially when they realize that your abilities may not be able to match theirs. And plus, the bus drivers are pretty friendly and willing to give you a hand.”

By the time they got back, Jared was exhausted. He invited Cecilia to stay for dinner to meet his folks and his brother, and they did, talking and laughing as if they were old friends. Cecilia left early, stating that she needed to catch the bus to make it home in time, and they wished her a hearty farewell and a good night. After she left, his parents jumped on the opportunity to question Jared about her, but, he shot down their inquiries about their supposed relationship. Soon enough, he bade them farewell as well, and settled down for the night. However, he couldn’t easily fall asleep. He was thinking of all the things that he had learned today and the things that the future potentially held for him, especially regarding Corrina.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Glad to see this continue.

[thatcuriousone]

Thanks ELP.
Next chapter up!

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Friday rolled around faster than expected and he found himself dressed in slacks and a button down shirt, waiting for the phone call that would herald her arrival. Soon enough they found themselves at the Tortella, seated and ready to order.


“Corri?”


Corrina looked up at him, realizing this was the first time he had ever shortened her name and then realized soon after that he couldn’t read the menus. They weren’t in Braille.


“Jared, I’m sorry, let me read the menu for you.”


“How did you—?”


“It just hit me truthfully, but let me read out everything for you and them you pick what you want.”


“Thanks Corri, I appreciate it.”


They placed their orders soon enough and it seemed within minutes, since they immediately engaged in conversation, that their steaming orders appeared before them. And they were slightly forgotten as they continued talking and flirting back and forth with each other, discussing whatever topics came to mind. However, things took a surprising turn when they reached the topic of education among those who were white and those who were black, especially when Corrina mentioned there was an Afro-centric school that had just recently opened a few years back that centered on teaching those who were black about their heritage and history. Which Corrina stated she admired, however, she was stunned at Jared’s reply.


“Why would you want to teach some disrespecting little snots about education? They seem to do just fine making money dealing drugs and importing and exporting dangerous weapons. They always say that their education was learned on the streets.”


“But that’s the thing Jared, they don’t know any better. All they’ve seen is a life of crime and injustice based on society that still can value a person’s skin color over experience.”


Jared shrugged, “I’ve seen tons of colored people get jobs before, and you can’t say that.”


Corrina snorted, “Of course I can Jared, just because you see them at the lowest level, it doesn’t mean you see them in the upper echelons of management.”


“Of course you do.”


“Not always Jared.”


“Look Corri, it’s not a white persons fault if they get a better job than a darker skinned person.”


“Jared! How could you think like that? We’re supposed to be all for equality for all races and genders. This is the type of thinking that causes problems!”


“Look Corri! The world is unfair! Just because you feel the need to chant that the world is unequal, it doesn’t mean it’s going to change that easily!”


“But, if we change our outlook Jared, just changing the way we think can make the most difference!” Corrina was getting frustrated at him and clanged her fork on the plate a little sharper than she had expected and visibly saw Jared slightly jump in surprise. “You don’t understand Jared! You really don’t understand! You are a successful, handsome looking white male who would be easily preferred over a person like me who has two strikes! First, I’m female, and secondly I’m—”


“Apologize for interrupting, but I would like to ask if both of you could keep your voices down. You are disturbing some of the—Jared! Is that you?”


Jared looked up, “Gus?”


He was soon enveloped in a bone crushing hug with an added thump on the back for emphasis.


“It’s good to see you again! I had heard that you had gotten into an accident and I was worried for you! Is everything alright? How did it happen? Do you need anything? And—who is this gorgeous looking lady you have beside you?”


Jared laughed and clapped the man back and they disengaged and they began chatting, the argument immediately forgotten and cast aside for a chance at two old friends to catch up. Jared quickly brought Gus up to speed regarding his blindness and how he was adjusting, but, when he spoke of Corrina, he could help but gush over her. He told Gus that this was their first date and Gus replied that the meal was on the house, given that Jared was one of his best returning customers. Jared and Corrina protested heavily, but Gus would not hear any of it. He insisted that they had to take his offer. After the meal, and after saying good night to Gus and leaving the restaurant, they drove home. Jared immediately apologized profusely, stating that he was sorry that their first date had gone so badly and that he was going to make it up to her. Corrina smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed that they could go back out together at another point in time. Jared sighed in relief and before he left the car, he gave her such a passionate kiss good night that she was breathless and her heart was pounding by the end of it. She didn’t want to leave after that, but she had to, considering she had work the next morning. She promised that she would call him either tomorrow or the next day to arrange when they would be going out next. He agreed, and they went their separate ways.