Altered States

She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and that really pissed him off.  So to shut the yammering off, he finally nodded.

Damn her.

“I’ll be back around 6. We’ll go to the club, stay for a while. It will be fun. It’s time, Lucas. It’s just time.”

He didn’t respond. These days his replies were rare. He waged a constant battle with himself. He wasn’t who he wanted to be anymore. He’d given his life for his country, in a far-away land, in a war that had no meaning to him anymore.

He had a prosthetic leg, a cane, and a bad attitude. Mostly, he sat in his wheelchair waiting to die.

Caroline would not let him. Always popping over from next door with food, or to nag him to go for an outing.  She was one of the few that he actually let in the door. Then again, he didn’t think they’d built a door able to keep her out.


She parked her car out front, and gripped the wheel. She offered a quick prayer to the goddess that this would work. Not many who knew Lucas understood that before the war, he had lived in two worlds. They had played together from time to time, and it had been fun.

Once she had hoped it would have led to more, but war had changed him. Well, dammit, life changed everyone!  “If onlies” were for fairy tales, and she was way more into real life.  It was time, past time, for her to make her move. She was determined to reach into his chest and pull out his heart, if it was the last thing she did. He was alone in the world; his parents had died before he’d left for overseas,  and he’d been an only child.

She understood being alone. She too had been alone for a long while. She planned to end that that emptiness, tonight.

For a moment she felt the weight of the task weighing her down.  Nothing ever came of pouting, fretting, or delaying.  Drawing a deep breath, she slid from the car. As she came up the front walk the door opened.

“I’m only doing this because it’s the only way to shut you up.”

“Hello to you too, Captain Sunshine.”

They glared at each other for a moment. Then his eyes slid down her body. His cock twitched. No fucking way. No. He hadn’t had a sexual arousal since god knew when.

She cocked out a hip, deepened her breath so her rack almost popped free of the constraining corset. She wondered if he knew his eyes were huge just now.

“Do you want me to push you down the sidewalk?”

She hadn’t meant it as challenging. Really. But he rose from the chair, and walked towards her car. He had a limp, but he was mobile.

“Shall I bring this, Sir?”  She had moved up and taken the handles of his chair.

There was a moment of shocked, charged silence. It was hard to say which of them were more surprised  by his reply.

“Bring it…..” Another long pause.  “Slut.”

25 thoughts on “Altered States

    • Exactly…the act that our lifestyle is so embracing…sure there are cliques…we’re human…but people are (or from what i’ve seen are) accepted for who they are…as people.

      Thanks for commenting…


    • Thank you Rebel…i’m glad that you were touched…that is always the goal of an author, to affect our readers. That you took the time to tell me so, gladdens my heart. Thank you.


    • 🙂

      I was going to just leave this one, but…since youall asked so nicely, i had to go write the next part…

      thanks sis!


    • Hi aeonsangel….thanks for commenting and yes, there will be more coming soon. I’m glad the story spoke to you…


  1. This one is very special, often times I think of the people I know overseas or veterans already home. I think about how different it will be for them when they get back. It’s and issue not many people are willing to accept. Thank you for writing this one.

    • thanks andi…

      it was a story that haunted me and demanded to be written. Thanks for your comment it meant a lot to me.


  2. What do you know, everyone wants more, and you now know what you have to do. Give your public more nilla, more!! Tip

    • yes Sir!

      I actually have it written already…wasn’t sure I was going to but…yes, I did need to.

      Thanks Tip!


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