Chapter 21

“I hope I’m not still contagious.”

“You’re not. I’ve missed doing that.”

“I wouldn’t want you to take anything back to the nursing home.”

“I’m a nurse. I know what I’m doing.” He kissed me again. “So…what do we tackle first? The house or you?”

“Me?”

“Shower…hair washing…”

“Oh. No…I can…I can do it.”

“Hmm. I remember you telling me once you managed to jerk off with two broken arms, but washing your hair…? By the way, it would be an excellent time to fill in the details of how you did that…that masturbation thing. Maybe later you can show me. Shower first?”

“Gordon…”

“Okay. Enough.”

He knew what I was thinking.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He sighed. “Marty, you have a really distorted idea of what your body looks like. Here. Let’s do something.” He took off his shirt. The six pack and muscles aroused me at first, but an instant later, I was feeling like crap. “Take yours off and put mine on.” He went for the tie on his sweatpants. “These, too. I’ll help.”