Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 15:15:30 -0700
From: Phil R <171.r99@gmail.com>
Subject: The Window Washer Chapter 2

The Window Washer
Chapter 2

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I left the hospital feeling like I was on a cloud.  So happy that my visit
had gone well.  And I was hopeful that Rob and I could develop a deeper
relationship.

As I walked home my thoughts turned to Sven, and I thought I'd better tell
him the truth.  Sooner rather than later.  I didn't have any guarantees
with Rob but I knew unequivocally now that Sven wasn't the right person for
me.  I dreaded phoning him with the news and decided to take easier course
of sending him a "Dear John" email.  So in my head I began to compose a
letter to him, and that occupied my thoughts for the rest of the way home.

I grabbed a beer and prepared myself a decent meal.  Part of me happy about
the Rob situation, and part of me sick and guilty about the Sven situation.
So immediately after I'd eaten I sat down and composed what I thought was a
carefully worded, sensitive email.  I told Sven that we needed to move on
and see other people.  I added as tactfully as I could that I didn't think
we had the basis for a future together.  I read it over at least five
times, made numerous small changes until I was satisfied, then hit the send
button.  I felt relieved but worried about Sven's reaction.  I knew I'd be
waiting on tenterhooks for my phone to chime its message tone and I prayed
Sven wouldn't take too long to answer, or God forbid, decide not to answer
at all!

About half an hour later my phone chimed and I saw I had a message from
Sven.  I had butterflies in my stomach as I opened it.  What I read came as
a real shock!  Apparently Sven had been about to email me to tell me he'd
met a guy in Asia and was getting serious about him.  He said my email came
as a great relief because he was very worried about telling me.  My first
thought was, "THAT TWO- TIMING BASTARD!"

Then I laughed at the irony and let myself be grateful that it had all
ended so amicably.  I replied to Sven telling him I was happy for him and
wishing him well.

It's hard to describe how good I felt at that moment.  I was happy about
the Rob situation and the Sven situation, but I also felt a sense of
freedom and a renewed optimism about my future.  My life was undergoing a
radical change.  I knew that whatever the outcome I would be better off for
it.

At about 10pm my phone rang.  I checked the caller ID and noticed saw that
it was Rob's number; I felt a little thrill run through me.  The call was
all the more delightful because it was unexpected.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked.

"Good.  Mom left a couple of hours ago.  I had a pain pill and slept for a
while but now I'm awake and I wanted to hear your voice."

"I'm so glad you called.  I've been missing you already."

"Yeah, me too.  Hey, I've got some good news.  The doctor came by just
before dinner and said I'd be out of here sooner than I expected.  My IV is
out now.  I'll be in traction for a few more days then they'll take the big
cast off and replace it with some sort of rigid strap-on thing, and I'm
outa here!"

"Rob, that's great news!  Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, actually there is...."

"Okay, what can I do?"

He lowered his voice and said, "Well, you can start by telling me what
you're wearing."

Holy shit!  Phone sex!  Fantastic!  This guy was turning out to be full of
surprises.

"Only a pair of boxers," I answered.  "Calvin Klein, black satin. And, Rob,
I'm getting hard.  Fast."

"Me too, Jerome, I'm stroking my cock and it's getting rock hard."

Sweet Jesus!  "I'm going to kiss you now, Rob, real intense.  Stick my
tongue in your mouth.  You like that?"

"Oh fuck, Jerome that feels so good.  Put your hand on the back of my head
and pull me in real tight.

You're a great kisser!"

"I'm rubbing your chest.  Is your chest hairy, Rob?  Do you like it having
it rubbed?"

"Yes, hairy.  Your hand feels good.  Kiss me there."

"Okay, I'm kissing your nipples now, and giving them a good lick."

"Stop!  Let me kiss your chest now.  Oh man, your nipples feel so good on
my lips and tongue.  I'm kissing your belly now.  Your hairy belly button.
Are you sensitive there, Jerome?"

"God yes, Rob, you really know what to do to turn me on.  I'm so fucking
hard and stroking my cock like crazy.  I'm not gonna last long!"

"Me neither, Big Guy.  I've got my fist around my cock and I'm stroking it
real slow.  Can you picture me doing that, Jerome?

"That's a beautiful sight, Rob.  I'm doing the same.  Long slow strokes.
I'm leaking pre-cum like crazy and I'm rubbing it on my shaft making it
shiny and slippery."

"This is so fucking erotic, man.  Even though I'm going slow I'm getting
really close to the edge.  How about you?"

"Kiss me again, Rob.  Kiss me deep and hard while I cum!"

"Yes!  Yes!  I'm gonna cum any second now.  Are you ready?  Let's cum
together!"

Both together, "Ugh, fuck, ohhhh, fuck, uh, uh, uh, (breathing hard,
panting), FUCK!"

"Jesus Rob!  That was so intense!  I've shot all over my belly and chest."
I said as I laughed in joy.

"Man, you're good in the sack, Jerome.  That was the best orgasm I've had
for a long time!  I've made a bit of a mess myself.  Luckily I've got a box
of Kleenex on my bedside table."  He was laughing too.

"Shit, man, that was risky.  What if a nurse came in?"

"Yeah, things needed to go a bit faster than I would have liked just in
case someone did come in, but I was ready to pull the blanket back up over
myself real fast!"

I asked, "How did you manage to hold the phone?"

"My phone came with ear buds that have a little mic on them."

"Clever," I said.

I was aching with longing to have Rob with me right then and I wanted to
get to know this incredible man a little more so I said, "Let's just talk
for a while, okay?  I don't want to let you go yet and I'd like to get to
know you now that we've had a roll in the hay."

His tone got serious as he said, "Jerome, my life is a mess right now.  I'm
not sure it's fair to burden you with the details."

My stomach did a flip when I heard that; his words had a definite chilling
effect.  But I thought, "In for a penny, in for a pound," so I said, "Rob,
now that I've found you I want to take this as far as we can.  It seems
like the start of something good.  If there's a problem I'd like to help
you."

"Jerome, I came to Vancouver to get away from someone...."

"A relationship gone bad?"

"Very bad.  I can't go into the details right now.  I'd fall apart.  Can
you just stay on the line with me and keep me company?  Tell me about
yourself."

I realized it had been difficult for him to share that so I didn't ask him
to elaborate.  Instead I told him about my relatively boring life.  Where I
grew up.  Where I went to university.  My profession.  I added that I'd
recently broken up with my boyfriend (and thank God that was the
truth-timing is everything!).

"What about you?"  I asked vaguely.

He told me he'd grown up in Santa Barbara.  That he had an arts degree from
USC and that he had been living and working in Seattle for the last five
years.  He had come to Vancouver because he had Canadian citizenship
through his father.  He had only arrived in Vancouver a few days before and
took the first job he could find.  He'd done some rock climbing as a
teenager and that seemed to be all the qualification he needed to become a
window washer.

"Do you know anyone in Vancouver?  Do you have any friends here?" I asked.

"No," he said, "Only you."

"You're going to need some help, Rob.  What can I do to help you?  And
don't be shy.  I would really like to help you."

"God, I'm so sorry to drag you into all of this!" he said.  But after a
moment's thought he added, "Well, I'm a little worried about my stuff.
It's at an inexpensive hotel.  I've only paid for the week and I need to
retrieve it.  I'm kinda worried about my laptop and passport and some other
stuff I've left in there.

And, my car is there too.  I don't know what to do with that."

"Consider it done, Rob.  I'm the ultimate problem solver!  I'll swing by
the hospital first thing in the morning and get your keys and directions
from you and take care of everything.  We can park the car in the basement
of my office building.  I have an assigned spot that I rarely use because I
walk to work most days.  And I can put your stuff in my office for
safekeeping."

I heard him sniffling on the line and I knew he was crying when he said,
"Oh, Jerome, I can't thank you enough.  You don't know how grateful I am.
I've been worried all day about what to do and I can't ask mom to
help-there's really not much she could do about that stuff anyway.  I don't
think the hospital wants my luggage in the room."

"Rob, you just concentrate on getting well and trust me to take care of it.
I'm good at this sort of thing."

Then I thought I should provide him some assurance that I wasn't expecting
any favours in return, so I said, "I want you to know that this doesn't put
you under any obligation to me.  I'm interested in you, sure, but only if
you're interested in me.  I'm not a stalker or anything!"

"Jerome, I'm definitely interested in you.  I'm just not sure you'll want
the baggage I'm carrying."

"We'll work something out.  Now, I'd better let you get some sleep.  I'll
see you tomorrow early.  I'll come by on my way to work."

"Okay, bye, until tomorrow then."

"Until tomorrow..." I said as I reluctantly pressed the end button on my
phone.

The next morning I dressed in my usual casual attire for work.  Dark blue
slacks and a blue striped shirt.

I purposely chose a more "form fitting" pair of slacks.  I wanted to look
my best for Rob!  When I arrived at Rob's room he was awake and gave me a
big smile.  I noticed he took a lingering glance at my package and was
extra glad I had worn those pants.  I walked over to him and gave him a
warm kiss.

I said, "Good morning, hot stuff.  You look good today."  I wasn't
exaggerating.  His bruises were still pretty bad but his eyes didn't look
as hollow and tired as they had the day before.  He'd shaved and his hair
was combed and neat.  He looked as hot as hell.

"So do you.  I got some help getting cleaned up.  I wanted to impress you."

"You did!  Man, you are one good looking guy."  I sat in the chair by his
bed and took his hand.  We were silent for a few moments, just enjoying
each other's company.  I was so infatuated with him I was scaring myself.
I didn't understand what was happening but nonetheless was enjoying the
feeling immensely.

"Last night, on the phone, was fun," I said.  "Dare I hope for the real
thing one day?"

"Jerome, I hope so.  Although I'm a little disconcerted right now.  This is
like love at first sight on steroids and I'm not usually impulsive like
this.  You have to believe me when I say I've never been this forward with
anyone ever before."

Did he just use the word love?

I dreaded bringing up the subject of what he was going to do when he left
the hospital.  I assumed that his mom would probably take him home to Santa
Barbara to recuperate.  What I really wanted was for him to come to my
place after he left the hospital, but that seemed like going way too fast.
It was a dilemma that needed to be rectified in very short order or he'd be
gone.  For once I decided to follow my heart and spill my guts.

"Rob, you'll be out of here in a few days.  What are you going to do?"

"Mom wants to take me home.  I don't know what to do.  I'm going to need
some help.  Because both my left arm and leg are broken I can't even use
crutches.  I'll be in a wheelchair.  I need help just going to the
washroom."

"Why don't you come and stay at my place?  I've got a spare room.  You can
have your own bedroom, and I can get help from a home care agency to come
in and help out while I'm at work.  I know that's probably too much to ask,
but I'd really like that."

"Mom will throw a fit if I do that.  Besides, as much as I like you I don't
want this to become a patient- nurse sort of relationship.  Do you know
what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  You're very sensible.  Usually I am too, but
right now the way I feel is making me irrational as hell.  For once I'm
following my heart and not my head.  I've always heard that communication
can solve a lot of problems, so let's think about this subject for a couple
of days and maybe we'll come up with a solution."

"Okay, deal.  And, Jerome, I can't thank you enough for the offer.  It just
confirms what a great guy you are.  It makes me like you all that much
more."

I got the keys to his hotel room and car.  He gave me instructions on where
to look for his personal effects and car and I assured him I would look
carefully to make sure nothing got left behind.  He looked a little
embarrassed when he told me that the room was a bit messy, that he'd gotten
up early for work and hadn't bothered to make the bed and tidy things up.
I assured him that would be no problem for me and that I was just glad I
could help.  I said I would attend to the room and car at lunch and I would
be around to see him again after work.  I promised I'd call him on his cell
to tell him how it went.

We kissed goodbye and I headed for work grabbing a coffee and muffin from
Lana on the way in.  I particularly enjoyed bantering with her that day.
Her cheerfulness and humour made a good day even better.  At the office, I
confided some of the story to Janice.  She was relieved to hear that Rob
was going to make a good recovery.

It was another busy morning and I didn't get out of the office to go over
to Rob's hotel until about one o'clock.  I took a taxi over knowing I'd be
driving his car back.  The hotel was a bit of a dump, but that made sense
if Rob had just arrived and taken work as a window washer.  I didn't need
to check with the desk clerk and went straight to his room.  What I saw
there surprised the hell out of me and it wasn't the state of the room.

As Rob had said, the room was a bit of a mess.  The bed was unmade and
there were a few dirty clothes in a pile on the floor.  His toiletries were
scattered here and there in the bathroom.  But what came as a shock were
the "CREW" tags on his luggage.  WTF?  He worked for an airline?  I didn't
understand.  I pulled out my phone and called him.

After the greetings I got right to the point.  "Rob, you work for an
airline?"

"Yes, Alkasa Airlines, I'm a flight attendant."

"But, but.....  You didn't tell me!  Why are you working as a window
washer?  I don't understand."

"Okay, Jerome, calm down.  I'll explain everything when you come and see me
after work.  It's a long story.  But I promise I won't leave anything out.
It's not going to be easy telling you this stuff but I owe it to you if
we're going to start with a clean slate."

I was mystified and a little concerned.  Rob's tone indicated that he had
some serious telling to do.  I was hoping that we could both survive the
tale.

After we ended the call I took a look around the room.  I felt vaguely
eroticized by being in his personal space.  The unmade bed-so suggestive.
The soiled underwear on the floor.  I simply couldn't resist.  I put his
pillow to my face and smelled it.  I picked up his underwear and looked at
it.  Oh what the hell, I might as well admit I smelled that too.  It made
me want to jerk off right then and there.  God!  What a love sick pervert I
was!  But I managed to control myself and get his things packed up.  He
didn't have much.  Just one large rolling case and a couple of smaller
bags-real flight attendant gear.  I took one last careful look around and
left.  I dropped the key off at the desk explaining Rob had been hurt and
he wouldn't be returning.

I found his car in a small parking lot at the rear of the hotel.  He had a
nice little cross-over that really suited him.  I drove it back to the
office, parked and took the elevator up.  Janice noticed the bags and
asked, "Are you moonlighting as a flight attendant now?"

"Very funny, Janice.  These are Rob's.  I said I'd take them for
safekeeping while he was in the hospital."

"He's a window washer and a flight attendant?"

"Evidently," I said.

After work I headed straight for the hospital.  Rob's mom was there when I
arrived but she politely excused herself and said she'd go out for a
something to eat.

After I kissed Rob hello, I stood away from his bed with my hands on my
hips and a mock annoyed look on my face.  I said, "Okay, Mister, spill.
What's the story?"  Then I sat and held his hand.

His face showed real anguish as he filled me in on how he had come to
Vancouver.  He'd been with Alkasa Airlines as a flight attendant for just
over eight years.  After three years of working out of their Los Angeles
base he had transferred to Seattle.  He thought a change of scene from
southern California would be beneficial for him.  At first, it was.  He
made new friends and was enjoying life in Seattle's coffee culture.  He
dated on and off, but nothing serious.  Then about a year ago he had met
what he thought was a great guy.  Handsome, charming, funny.  After a short
period of dating Rob moved in with him.  It wasn't long until Rob found out
that the guy was a drug user.  Nothing heavy at first, a line of coke
occasionally, but then it gradually escalated to regular use of crystal
meth.  It got so bad that the guy managed to get into Rob's bank account
and pretty much drained it.  When Rob confronted him he became verbally
threatening.  Rob knew he had to leave immediately but was concerned about
the guy's threats to cause problems with Rob's job.  He was naturally
concerned that the guy could cause a lot of trouble at his workplace.  He
loved his flight attendant job but knew that Alkasa Air had little
tolerance for domestic problems that spilled into work.

Rob decided that he needed to get away to rationally deal with the problem.
He left one day as if going to work but headed to Vancouver to hide for a
while.  He chose Vancouver because he was a Canadian citizen through his
father and could legally stay here.  He could also commute easily to work
from the Vancouver airport.  He was short of money so, as many flight
attendants do, he took a part time job to augment his income.
Unfortunately, although the money was good, it turned out to be a little
more dangerous than he'd expected.

So here he was.  Injured, in the hospital, no place to go, and scared of
having to deal with a drug addict boyfriend.  By the time he had finished
his story there were tears streaming down his face as he said, "I can't
pull you into this mess, Jerome!"

What had I gotten myself into?  I was close to tears myself.  I wanted to
reach out and hold him in my arms and tell him everything was going to be
okay.  But was it?  Not only were my impulses pushing Rob and I into a
nurse-patient relationship but I was suddenly wanting to take of the role
of rescuer.

Logic told me to run the other way-that I would be doing neither of us any
good in the long run.  On the other hand, my heart and instincts were
telling me to jump in and do what I could for this incredibly handsome and
beguiling man.

What Rob didn't need at this point was me equivocating about what to do.
He was as helpless as a child at the moment, but I knew he'd have to solve
his own problems eventually.  As much as I wanted to care for him, he'd
need to feel he had some control of his life.  So I said, "Well, first
things first, you need to get out of the hospital, keep safe, and get
settled in the best place for you.  That may be at Santa Barbara with your
folks or here in Vancouver with me.  Think about your needs.  Your mom and
I are both offering help.  It's your decision."

At that his whole demeanour changed.  His face cleared and took on a
confident look.  He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.  He said,
"You're right, of course, it is my decision.  Only I can get myself out of
this mess.  Mom knows my story.  Maybe the three of us could kick this
around and come up with a solution."

I was delighted at his sudden recovery of confidence and relieved that the
ball was no longer in my court.  I agreed to a three-way conference with
his mom and we scheduled it for the next day after I finished work.  That
would give us time to do some thinking.  And even better for me, a chance
to talk things over with my buddy, Jennifer, at our lunch date tomorrow.

Rob's mom returned at that point and agreed to participate in our
discussion.  She too, looked relieved that the situation had taken a
sensible turn.

I said my goodbyes at that point leaning over and kissing Rob on the lips.
Rob's mother took that in and before I left she gave me a hug and
whispered, "I think you're a good person, Jerome.  I hope things work out
for you and Rob."

Again, I left the hospital feeling like I was on a cloud.  Apparently I had
come through "meet the parents" with flying colours!  ******** I showed up
at Gino's the next day at lunch time to meet Jennifer.  I was bursting with
my news and I could tell that she was like a cat with a mouse and was ready
to pounce.  We accepted our bread and bottle of water (they do a cool thing
there where they bring cold water in an old wine bottle) and got right to
it.

"I think I'm in love," I said.

"Jesus, Jerry, you don't even know this guy!"

At that point the waiter appeared and we both ordered our favourite dish:
tortellini with Gorgonzola sauce.  And, of course, a bottle of wine.

As we sipped our wine and ate our delicious lunches I told her pretty much
the whole story, including the Sven breakup sidebar.  She didn't interrupt
except to ask the odd question.  Mostly she made encouraging noises to keep
me talking.  She was paying rapt attention.

When I finished she didn't say anything for a while, then surprised me by
saying, "I wanna meet this Lothario.  Do you mind if I pop over to the
hospital a little later?  I could give you a report-my two cents
worth-before your meeting with his mom."

I thought that was the dumbest idea I'd ever heard, but when Jennifer was
in hunter/tracker mode there was no stopping her, so I agreed as long as
Rob was okay with it.  I called his cell-I could tell he was as delighted
to hear my voice as I was his-and told him that Jennifer would like to meet
him, and would it be okay if she came around a little later?

"You mean I have to pass the girlfriend test?" he asked.

"That's pretty much it.  I'm afraid there's no stopping Jennifer when she's
set her mind on something," I replied.

"Listen, Jerome, if she's a friend of yours then I want to meet her.  I'll
be on my best behaviour.  Good first impressions and all that."

"Thanks, Rob, you're a champ!"

With lunch finished I set off back for work and Jennifer headed in the
direction of the hospital.

About an hour later she called me and told me she was completely charmed by
Rob.  She said that if she hadn't already been married to the perfect man
she'd go after him herself.  I laughed and said he wasn't her type.  She
laughed and said, "You never know!"

A few moments later Rob called and asked, "Did I pass?"

I said, "Yes, you got an A-plus!  Did she tell you anything embarrassing
about my past?"

"No," he said, "But she told me that if I hurt you she'd find me and break
my other arm and leg!"

We hung up laughing and I promised I'd be there later for the big
conference.

Mary was with Rob when I got to the there.  I could tell by the serious
looks on their faces that they were not in agreement about something.  I
wanted to do what I could to help but I needed more facts before I could
make any suggestions or offers.

I pretty much stayed out of the discussion and just reiterated my offer to
help in any way I could.  The offer for Rob to stay with me was still on
the table.  The two main choices were that Rob spend his convalescent time
in Vancouver or Santa Barbara.  Seattle was out of the question.  Mary
argued for Santa Barbara mainly on the strength of Rob's medical insurance
coverage.  Both she and I worked full time so Rob would need some sort of
daytime care.  And he'd need physio.  Both a home nurse and physio were
covered under his medical plan, or HMO as they called it.  It was clear
that Rob would rather stay in Vancouver; he wasn't comfortable about going
"home" and taking on the role of "little kid" again.  Mary assured him the
she and his father would respect his needs and his privacy.  In the end,
the medical coverage argument won the day, with one major compromise.

When Rob was discharged from the hospital he would come over to my place
for a couple of days before heading to Santa Barbara.  Mary was fine with
that arrangement.  With the situation under control there was no real need
for her to stay in Vancouver until Rob was discharged.  She said she
trusted me to take care of Rob.  It was agreed that she would fly home the
next day to get his room ready and arrange for a home care nurse.

 I said I would take the week off and care for Rob.  He, in turn, would
arrange for me to accompany him on the flight to Santa Barbara.  He lapsed
into airline speak.  Something about a "guest" and "non-rev."

I didn't understand the words, but it sounded like fun.  Apparently all
this would be at no cost to me.

Rob and I were delighted that we'd managed to arrange a little time to
ourselves.  The sexual energy was flying between us and I knew that the
moment I had him alone in my apartment the sparks would ignite into a
wildfire.

That left the problem of the drug addict boyfriend (well, ex-boyfriend
now).  Mary said she had been talking to her husband and that he had a
lawyer friend in Seattle who could help.  Rob was to call him and ask what
could be done.  So we left it at that for now.

Rob tactfully thanked his mother for her help and told her that he and I
needed some time to ourselves.  She accepted this gracefully and left for
her hotel.  She said she would drop by and see Rob briefly before she
headed to the airport in the morning.

As soon as she cleared the room Rob and I had a good smooch session.  It
got me pretty worked up and wanting more.  A lot more!  But we had to break
it off and behave ourselves.

After that we were quiet again, both lost in our own thoughts.  I was the
first to break the silence and said, "I understand that the best decision
is for you to convalesce at your parent's house, but damn, I'm going to
miss you.  After I drop you off it might be several weeks before we see
each other again."

He looked surprised and asked, "Would you be free on weekends, I mean to
fly down to see me?"

It was my turn to look surprised and I said, "I'd love to but...."

"Oh, you mean the cost!  No, no, I can give you guest passes so you can get
there and back quite cheaply.  Perhaps I'm making too many assumptions.
First, would you be willing to give up your weekends here to spend them
with me?"

"You know I would!"

"Okay, let me explain.  I would give you guest passes for the trip.  You'd
have to fly standby, but that's not usually a problem-as long as you
prepare for the unexpected.  Listing for the flights is pretty simple,
really!"

So, the itinerary for the next few weeks was decided.  Suddenly I was going
to be a jet-setter, traveling back and forth to California on weekends.
Wow!  This relationship was only four days old but already it had more
twists and turns than a mountain road.  But I felt good about what was
happening and ready to embark on what was turning out to be a real
adventure.

****** The next day (Friday) Rob's doctor told him he would get his big leg
cast off on Monday and it would be replaced by a strap-on, rigid cast that
looked like a big ski boot.  Unfortunately his broken wrist was fairly
serious.  He would need to keep a full elbow-to-hand plaster cast on for
several more weeks.  His left arm and hand would be all but useless until
the cast came off.  But the good news was that he could go home Monday
afternoon!  We were ecstatic and passed our remaining hospital visits
chatting, getting to know each other better, and making tentative plans for
the near future.

The other good news was that Rob talked to the lawyer in Seattle.  Based on
the Seattle Guy's behaviour and threats the lawyer was initiating a
restraining order against him.  Also, because of the threats to cause
problems at Rob's work, the restraining order would include Rob's
workplace.  It was a great relief to both of us.  We had hopes that Rob
would now be able to put this unpleasant business behind him and move on.

I arranged to take the next week off work.  I brought his luggage to my
apartment.  When Monday rolled around I put good sheets on my guest bed and
put fresh flowers in the living room.  My freezer and fridge were stocked
with food.  After lunch I drove to the hospital and rented a wheelchair.  I
was waiting at the exit doors with my car, and soon a nurse wheeled Rob
down to meet me.  He was dressed in a loose t-shirt and tear-away pants
that his mother had bought for him.  And sure enough, he had a giant ski
boot on his left foot.  His left cast-covered arm was in a sling.  But the
bruising on his face was mostly gone and he looked terrific.  I was almost
beside myself with excitement and wondering what would happen when Rob
arrived at my apartment....

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