Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: NorthernGent, (NorthernGent@Outlook.com)
Title: Salacious Succulence, Chapter One
Summary: Jason Barron gets a new job and an adventure.
Keywords: M, MF+, Mf+, F1st, f1st, cheat, dream, milf, magic, mc, anal,
oral, mast, pett, piv, size, threesome, toys
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   Chapter One - The start to being better.

   Pain, pain everywhere.  Every part of my body surged with throbbing
pain. I felt air passing over me.  People excited barking out orders.  I
opened my eyes to see light fixtures above me move over my head.  Then a
voice to my side say, "Mister Barron, everything is going to be alright, as
soon as we get you into this room, I will give you something for the pain."
At that moment I passed out again.

   What seemed like minutes passed and I woke up in a hospital bed.  There
was beeping coming from a medical devise on my left and a different beep
from a machine over my head.  That was a heart monitor.  I knew that from
all the 'Doctor Shows' I had watched over the years.  There was a flurry of
activity by medical staff around my bed.  I couldn't see what everyone was
doing due to the neck brace that held my head firmly looking straight
forward.  What I could see more than anything else was the ceiling.

   One of the medical people said, "Get a doctor in here, he is waking up."
Apparently one of the other staff members walked out of the room.  Then
people's attention was back on me.  The lady that requested a doctor then
stood over me and said, "Mister Barron, you were in a traffic accident.  Do
you know where you are at?"

   Well, I knew where I was at this morning, but I have no idea where I am
at now.  "A hospital?" I asked.  I know they ask you these things to make
sure your thoughts are clear and you have presence of mind to aid in your
care.

   "That is right Mister Barron, but do you know which one?" the lady
asked.

   "No...  I am not from around here." I replied.

   "Do you know what the date is?" she questioned as other people were
checking on equipment and hanging new bags of saline drip.

   I told her.

   "That was yesterday, but since you were in surgery all night I will give
you that one." she stated with a smile.  I would later find out that I was
under for over fourteen hours.  The nurse reached up to a machine that had
a small bag hanging over it and retrieved a bombardier button and placed it
in my hand.  "This is your morphine drip...  If the pain is really bad
pressing the button will inject a shot of morphine into your saline drip,"
she said.

   A fellow walked in the door.  A downward glance confirmed this was a
well-dressed guy wearing a lab coat.  There was a stethoscope hanging from
his neck.  He carried a chart in his hand and a cell phone being held up to
his ear in the other.  "I have got to let you go, will talk to you later,"
he said as he walked closer to the bed.  Looking at the chart he said,
"Good Morning Mister Barron, I am Doctor Sidney Peterson.  Don't get up, it
is just fine if you lay there after your day yesterday." I looked toward my
cast covered body.  "Tough room this morning," Doctor Peterson said leafing
through the pages.  After a couple of minutes of reviewing the charts he
said, "It looks like you took a major ride off the cliff south of town." He
smiled at you.

   "How bad am I?" I asked him as I looked at my body with almost head to
toe casts.

   "By looking at the charts and glancing at the X-Rays, it appears that
you have twenty-two total fractures in your arms and legs, three broken or
cracked ribs, and you gained five titanium plates as well as fifty or so
titanium screws, wires and a little bubble gum along the way." he replied
with a smile.  Everybody is a comedian I thought.

   "How long will I have the casts?" I asked.

   "Doctors Thomas and Frey indicate that your breaks where not 'clean' and
it is likely that it will take longer than the six weeks for your bones to
fuse and heal.  You might have to put up with the casts a couple weeks
longer.  But with the plates attached to the bones, those fractures will
set up quicker." he answered.

   "How long is my expected stay here and when can I start moving around?"
I asked.

   "Well, I have some good news and some bad news...  which would you like
first?" Doctor Peterson asked.

   "Give me the worst first, that way we can get it out of the way," I
answered sarcastically.

   "With your expected restriction in movement because of the casts, your
muscles will begin to atrophy.  The bones will heal, but you will become
weaker the longer you wear the casts.  You will need to exercise any
exposed limb to maintain or strengthen those muscles and the adjoining ones
whenever you can.  You were lucky that you didn't break any bones in your
hands or neck." he said.

   "If I have no broken bone in my neck, why do I have a neck brace?" I
asked.

   "Just precautionary, they wanted to see you awake.  We want to check to
see if you have pain or if anything does not feel right when you move your
head.  They will be checking in with you when they begin their shifts," he
replied.

   He paused to let the words sink into my brain before he continued.

   "The good news...  As far as your stay here with us...  We will see how
you do.  Although I wouldn't start my stop watch yet, but if it looks like
things are healing well and there are no complications, I would expect you
to be transferred out in about two weeks.  However, you will need medical
care and assistance until you have those casts removed.  So, we can most
likely transfer you to the Crutchfield Convalescent Center on the edge of
town.  They are good people who take very good care of people." he said.

   About ten more minutes and Doctor Peterson excused himself and left the
room.  The rest of the day was filled with people coming in and out of the
room checking vital signs, doing hospital patient paperwork, administering
drugs, and feeding me if you can call a clear soft diet a form of feeding.
And of course, napping!  At three-o-clock, the medical staff had shift
change.  A new group of nurses, lab and dietary workers traipsed in and out
of the room.

   At one point, a lady named 'Sandy' walked into the room and said, "So
here is our celebrity." I moved my eyes so I could see her.  She was
carrying a few newspapers in her hand.  "I never actually met someone who
went over 'Lover's Leap' in all time I have lived in this town," she said
with a pleasant smile.  By looking at her, I would guess she was about
forty-five years old.  Her body was pretty good like she went to the gym as
part of her routine.  As she approached my hospital bed, her bust line came
into my line of sight...  I will say she had some nice heavy 'B' sized
titties.  Nothing to write home about, but definitely nice to look at. 
Reading her name plate was a good excuse to stare at her breasts.

   Lifting the papers so I could better see them with her left hand, she
was wearing an engagement ring with a large diamond and a wedding band. 
"Shucks!" I thought.

   "As I came on shift, I saw a few of these in the waiting rooms and some
of the patient rooms that were going to be heading to the trash.  I thought
you might like them...  After all it is not everyday someone makes to the
headline of the newspaper," she said.  I must have had a quizzical look
because she turned the newspapers around, so I could read the headline.  It
read, "Man Survives Lover's Leap."

   "I will just set these over here, you can read them later," Sandy said.
"I will stop in later to see you." And she left.

   Shortly thereafter both Doctors Thomas and Frey visited during rounds.
They talked about my injuries and the marathon surgery they performed. 
They reviewed meds and inspected my casts.  After a few notations on the
chart they were heading out of my room.

   And so the reoccurring schedule was pretty much set for my time here. 
Day in and day out, I saw pretty much the same thing every day when you add
in television watching and the occasional bed-pan duty.  They did remove
the neck brace in short order, however I was pretty much flat on my back
all the time anyway.  One day a representative came from my insurance
company, and on a different day a representative came from the company that
covers the truck that hit me.  The morphine drip was taken away and I was
prescribed Oxycodone for my pain.  And that pretty much sums up my stay at
the hospital.

   I should mention that Sandy did come back to my room on the third day of
my stay.  She read the story from the Chronicle Crier newspaper she had
brought in my first day.  Most of it was journalism fodder but there were
some points that were interesting.  It started off, "Jason Barron, a
thirty-two year old, was involved in a head-on vehicle accident which
resulted in the Barron vehicle to be catapulted over the guard rail beside
the road at Lover's Leap curve on the highway.  As a result, the vehicle
careened down the cliff, possibly flipping several times on the side of the
cliff and rolled at least three times while as the vehicle came to rest in
the valley creek bed as shown by vegetation and rock scrapings at the
site." There was a picture of the vehicle resting on its side, driver door
pointing to the sky.  As crumpled as the vehicle was, I am amazed that I am
still alive.  Then the story continued with the local sheriff giving mostly
a correct version of the accident.  "However, our investigation is still
underway," he said.  Then there was a line at the bottom of the column,
"Story continued on page 11." As it would turn out, Page eleven was the
obituary page.  Sandy continued to read the story, "Jack Adams from the
towing company said, 'it took two tow trucks, six men and five hours to
remove the wreck.'" The story ended with "Mister Barron was taken to the
local hospital, his condition is unknown at this time.  The semi-truck
driver was charged with O.W.I., driving left of center, Driver Log Book
violations and other charges are pending.  He was taken to County Jail."

   Sandy finished the article and was glancing over the page just as one of
the nurses came into the room.  "Ah...  Janet did you see that Edward Maple
died?" she asked the nurse.

   "No..." Janet replied.

   Sandy started reading, "Edward Maple who resided at the Crutchfield
Convalescent Center died yesterday.  A graveside service and burial of
ashes for Edward Maple, 87 will be held at eleven A.M.  this coming
Saturday at the Apple Grove Cemetery.  Edward passed away peacefully in his
sleep of natural causes.  He was proceeded in death by his wife, Margret of
65 years last fall.  In lieu of flowers, Edward requested that bequeaths
and memorials be given to either the Crutchfield Convalescent Center or the
town's food bank."

   "That is too bad, he was such a nice man," Janet replied.  "He sure took
it hard when Margret died.  They were very nice people."

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   Chapter 2
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