Timmy sat there confused. "Sex is pleasurable? Sex is only for making babies. Mrs. Parker said I didn't need to know what sex was until I was married."
Timmy sat there back in his wheelchair unsure. He didn't want to go to the brothel. "I really just want to go to sleep. You don't have an extra bed I can stay in here while you go to work?"
"I do have an extra bed here but I think It would be unsafe for you stay here alone with a mob of angry people out their wanting to do you harm."
"I'll call the boss and I will take a night off stay right here Kate went into the guest room grabbed the phone and made a phone call a few minutes later she returned to the kitchen.
"Well I talked to the boss and she gave me the night off now before I put you to bed do you want something to eat? you look really hungry."
"Its alright Timmy. To be honest my Grandpa was a military veteran and when he was going through his training this unwritten rule of "No one gets left behind! was instilled into him."
"When I was a kid he taught me the importance of helping people when they where in need and when I saw you being mistreated I knew in my heart I had to help you."
"so what would you like to eat? I'm a great cook."
"That's very similar to what Mrs. Parker use to tell me, before, well, Polio entered me. You sure you wanna help someone demon possessed, if that's really what's happening to me."
"Yes I am but I wanted to get you something to eat first." Kate made herself a sandwich grabbed a soda from the refrigerator then she sat down at the table beside Timmy and they ate their supper.
By the time they finish eating its nearly midnight
Timmy just sat there sheepishly eating his sandwich. As he sat there, he tried to keep his head down, but every time he looked up, he'd be staring at Kate's boobs. He really wanted to see them, but he knew it was wrong, even if Kate was okay with showing him.
He had to get his mind off of Kate's boobs. Focusing on his sandwich, he said, "Do you think I'm crazy? I've heard some people refer to our church as a cult. I didn't want to believe them because they took me in as a baby. But are they a cult?"
"No I don't think your crazy. about the church I don't know if its a cult or not all I know is that the people their are being cruel to you and I must keep you safe and I am going to do that no matter what."
Timmy sat there quietly. He didn't think he could trust Kate. She was similar to Mrs. Parker in a lot of ways, and was afraid she might turn on him as well.
Finishing his sandwich, he said, "Thanks for the sandwich. I don't have any money to repay you for the groceries."
After cleaning up the kitchen Kate pushed Timmy into the guest room and she said "Timmy from now on this is your room."
Then she placed his wheelchair next to the bed and helped him into it then she gently tucked him in and said "goodnight Timmy if you need anything just let me know I will be asleep on the couch."
Kate walked into the living room laid her revolver on the coffee table removed her gun belt and laid it next to the gun then she laid down on the couch and went to sleep.
Being exhausted, Timmy fell asleep pretty quickly. As he dreamt, he saw Kate and her boobs, all throughout the night, he imagine what they looked like under her clothes. It was all he could dream about, Kate's boobs.
The next morning Kate got up took a shower changed clothes put on her gun belt holstered the revolver then she entered Timmy's room. she gently woke him up and she said "Timmy its time to get up what do you want to eat for breakfast?"
As Timmy woke up, the first thing he saw was Kate's boobs again. He was starting to become obsessed with them. Trying to sit up he felt pain somewhere he hadn't anticipated and got scared.
"Umm, Mrs. Holliday, I think you need to take me to the doctor. My penis hurts really bad."
"Timmy that's called an erection sometimes when a man wakes up in the morning he has one its perfectly normal do you want me to leave the room so you can handle it?"
As Timmy laid there on the bed, he tried to get up, but not focusing on the pain in his penis, he realized his body was really stiff and sore, and it felt hard to move anything.
But on the flip side, he knew what he wanted to do was wrong to ask. He sat there, gathered himself, and asked the question anyway, feeling like it was the only way to make the pain go away?
"Mrs. Holliday, would you massage my penis for me? My body feels too stiff and sore right now."