Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 19:05:02 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Wheelchair

This is a story from the imagination. It is pure imagination and nothing
else. I have a book of stories called dreams and this is just one of them.

It contains the love between a boy and a man. I do know that this is
frowned and illegal in many countries so do please check before you read.

If this is not your kind of story then I am sorry. Please leave know and
thanks for reading.

I am dyslexic and far from illiterate. I do my best and have a proofreader
for spelling. But I tell my stories as always in the third person. (Someone
who watches what happens but is never involved.) I hope this won't distract
you from reading what is one of the better stories in my book.


Finally I thank nifty for allowing this to be published.


				The Wheelchair.


	Jack was a moron. He thought that everyday. He suffered this
feeling everyday, yes that's right he was a mess. Six foot, and suffered
from a degenerative bone disorder. He had been very athletic in his time
but now the Dolphin of the racetrack who loved motorbikes was useless. Okay
so he swam and ran all over the track. That's what his parents would say.
He would think nothing of swimming a mile in the pool followed by a swift
10 circuits running. Most sport he would enjoy, until that was, the pain
took over. He put on three stone and the quickest he could get about was a
crawl. He saw it that way after all he was given sticks so the faster he
tried to come to terms with them the more times he fell. He had a Motorbike
that allowed him to travel as fast as he wanted. The wind rushed through
his hair blowing so hard at times that it caused tears to flow down his
cheeks. Glasses helped but he did feel just like the saying said "A King of
the road."
	Now he was a vegetable. Yes I know it's a bad thing to say but
that's how he felt. The number of things he could do before now. I believe
that sportsmen of all kinds who suffer the same sort of loss feel the same.
He never bothered to shave, he only washed when he had to, mainly when
clean clothing started to smell after a few hours. He really had let
himself go. "Talk to a counsellor. They just might help" was the doctors'
answer but no listener was ever a sportsman or even use to having their
lives disrupted in such a way as I had. After two I gave up. Yes I did even
give it a try. The people I saw were just out of school, well they looked
that way. I always wished I could talk to someone who had been through what
was happening. They suggested things that were so stupid I realised I had
paid for a young person with very little experience, tell me to "get out
more, try find a hobby and." I had enough of the diatribe they spouted. Get
out more I tried only to fall flat on my arse or face. A hobby, yes I got
out more to the corner shop and my new hobby was to sample all the sprits
on the third shelf. I would love someone to be honest and tell me I was
crippled. The truth could never hurt anyone, well almost anyone. It was
after a few months of this that a visit to the hospital took a turn for the
worse. I was given a wheelchair and told to stop drinking because they were
going to give me some new medication. I had tried every pill and potion in
the world well that's how it seemed to me. I even had a box full of some
bottles of pills that were no good. Open them up and you would have a large
cardboard box full of Smarties. On a number of occasions I had even
contemplated taking them all with my favourite tipple and ending what to me
was a miserable life. I did however remember the poster at the doctors,
which warned parents that pills looked like children's candy coated
chocolate and to be careful so went along with yet another pill and the
specialists assured that "These will work more efficiently." So here I was,
wheelchair to use new pills and no more drinking. I wondered what else they
could do to me.
	I have to be honest now. I had a nurse for a while to help me get
about and learn to get used to the wheelchair. I gave him hell. I cursed at
him and told him what I thought. I tried everything to vent my anger. He
took it all in his stride. After 5 days I found out his name was Ed. From
then we spoke about basic things and especially about what I would do after
I was getting stronger. I had not laughed in ages but this guy was a
comedian. Ed told me the new tablets I was given were Steroid based and
they would strengthen the muscles that had been dormant for a long time. It
was suggested that I did some weight exercises for my arms. "You do not
expect me to push a lazy, ungrateful bone idol idiot around. Do you?" Now
there was a guy who spoke my language. He continued to berate me and I got
so angry that I was provoked into self propelling my wheelchair towards him
to give back as good as he was giving me. "Looks like my work here is done.
Now you can move without my help I will go fine a more needy client."  So I
never thought what the true motive of his out burst was but I sure felt
silly because I had not seen it coming. Ed looked at my hands. Seeing how
sore they were he gave me some cream and gloves. I was pleased, okay so I
can be pleased sometimes. The ramp he had placed against the front door was
left. I managed to arrange some workmen to secure it for me adding a bar
either side. I could get it fixed in place later that day.
	That day after the workmen had left I managed to get out. Down to
the corner shop then back again. I never brought any spirits but managed to
get some milk. It was hard work. My hands were very sore so the cream was a
welcome. I managed to get from the chair to a bath cubical that was put in
for me. I could undress and get clean clothes because Ed had assembled all
my draws and shelves making it easier for me to look after myself. The
whole house was changed around to accommodate the chair and not me. I had a
Bungalow with three bedrooms a large living room plus an open plan kitchen
with all the pans on lower hooks, groceries in lower cupboards. That day I
moved about, getting the hang of the new layout. I even tried a few spins
but realised I would need a great deal of practice to get anywhere. I was
collected to go for some treatment but it was worse than my sports days. I
was not given much help instead I was expected to do it all. The one good
part was the pool. I could swim as much as I wanted. My legs although
useless did have some feeling and I forced what little feeling I had to
work to my advantage. It was a great feeling to know that I was doing
something. I did say use the pool well I was not swimming I was flopping
about. To me it was a success.
	"Steve you have got to get in the pool it will be good for your
back and legs." "Legs are dead, back is dead so I am dead" I looked up
while I was part swimming part drowning and saw a boy sitting in a
wheelchair. He was very upset. Could not tell his age but he was dressed in
shorts ready to swim. "That's it kid you tell them. If you don't then you
will be just like me." I sank underwater, returning a few seconds later
coughing squirting water into the air like a whale. "Donny is you alright?"
I waved away the concern and my swimming experience helped me put on the
show. Flopping I reached the side and came face to face with a foot in a
calliper. I heaved myself up on the side and saw Steve for the first
time. He was light brown haired with very tearful eyes and clearly in a
place he did not want to be. He was also clearly embarrassed to be seen in
his chair trying his hardest to use his towel to cover it up. Using my
hands I moved half way down to my chair and sat in it. I rolled up to Steve
and asked, "You don't mind if a guy in a wheelchair sits next to you. Do
you? I am tired and need a rest." Steve just nodded giving more movement to
the meaning no rather than yes. "I am glad you told him that you did not
want to get in the water. They have been on my case for a week now since I
got my chair and the best way to shut them up is to get in and then they
ignore you." Steve quietly told me he had been in his chair for a year. He
could not swim so hated water. He liked wheelchair racing so did do
something. I had never seen wheelchair racing but had been running a lot
before the chair. It was strange because I had never felt really bad when I
had to stop running but at that very moment I missed it a lot. Steve asked
me to go to the track sometimes. I made him a deal. I would go to see him
and maybe try if he would go into the water. I told him that it would help
the muscles move and strengthen them. "Will you go with me so I do not
drown?" I was to have finished but I knew how important the water was so
agreed. I put out a hand and he shook it. "I can wear my legging if I want
so what do I do first." I wondered why the leggings were so important. I
suggested he try without first and then with so he could decide which were
best Steve thought for a moment and agreed.
	He said he needed help with taking them off. Of course I offered to
help, as it was to be just him and me. It was strange to un-clasp the
leather clips at the back of his callipers. I slid from my chair and
dropped to the floor. I placed his callipers on my seat and invited him
down to sit next to me. Slowly he did and we sat with our feet in the water
getting our bodies acclimatised to the temperature. I asked Steve "Right
you first or me? Call me Donny." His face I thought changed slightly as a
small smile escaped. ""You first I don't know what to do." I looked around
and with no one watching slid in. The water helped me balance so that I
could hold onto Steve. As if in slow motion he entered the water clasping
on my arms with great strength. One then suddenly reached for the wall and
Steve was in. I spoke gently holding firmly as I lifted the limp legs out
straight. He was lying on his back head resting in the water. With gentle
movements I moved backward taking Steve with me. I hoped my balance did not
give me away because I have heard of children getting a shock after they
had built up enough courage to enter the water. They never do it again. I
spoke gently to Steve and asked all about him. "My name is Steve Fox. I am
almost 12 I live with my mum who is a nurse at the old people's home. I
call my chair Pontiac because I like Pontiac's I have been in my Pontiac
for almost a year. I fell out of a tree and have not been able to walk
since then. The doctor says its psychosomatic but I don't know what that
means. I have lost a lot of my friends and I hate swimming because I cannot
swim." This is my life in Three minutes. That's what I thought not what was
said. "Please don't let me go will you?" I whispered to Steve, "I have not
been holding you for some time Steve you are floating and very safe. Little
ripples went through the water and I calmed him down. I saw a lady looking
at us in the water and assumed it was his mum. "Sorry Mrs Fox I don't know
where Steve is I will try to get him in the water next time." She laughed,
"I think your colleague has managed where we have all failed." I whispered
to Steve that mum was watching so I would swim away, well flop away and she
would see him floating. I moved away and raised my arm to the
physiotherapist not to move. Steve's mum grabbed his arm and they watched
as I suggested to Steve that if he moved his arms gently he might move.
Confidence built he did and after a few movements he reached the side and
still on his back looked up into mums eyes.
	"Hi Mum." She had the first sign of tears in her eyes so it was
clear that she was proud of her son. Steve was helped out. Mum was over the
moon. I was so please for the little lad. As I got out making my way to the
chair no one bothered to look at me I was pleased about that. I was in a
way feeling embarrassed for the very first time. I put my towel around me
and wanted to leave but the shout of "Donny." Followed by a wheelchair
travelling a top speed brought me to a dead stop. "Where you going?"  "I am
going to get changed" Steve grabbed my arm saying his mum wanted to meet
me. The physiotherapist patted my back as he went off and Mrs Fox came
towards me her hand stretched out in front. It was not long before she was
saying thanks and how great this was, you get the idea. After the
obligatory "It was my pleasure."  I was also surprised to see Steve had yet
to put the callipers on. I was reminded that I had promised to see him race
in his wheelchair. I agreed asking when it was. He was going to race on
Saturday. Oh Steve dearest I have to work this Saturday so I am sorry you
cannot go. His face dropped. This was something very important. Now this
sort of thing don't happen often because I was a loner at sports myself but
I knew how important it was so "If it would help I will keep an eye on
Steve while you work my house is less than half a mile from the sports
track." This was rushing things but I did make a promise. I gave her my
number and shook both their hands; I then made my way to changing rooms. I
got out to wait for the mini bus but Mrs fox was waiting. Steve had
persuaded her. She would drop Steve off at my house on Saturday morning.
She would call before then to talk over any other details. It was sorted. I
had opened my mouth and I was now a child minder.
	That evening I went to the corner shop with speed. Not for spirits
of any kind but cleaning liquids, not to drink, yes I had decided to clean
everything from beginning to end top to bottom, oh anyway you want to put
it. I wrapped dusters around my knees and bottom so that I could clean as I
dusted. I sprayed and cleaned then mopped and scrubbed. I even washed all
my clothes and placed a clean pile on the chair next to the bed ready for
the morning. It is remarkable what a small amount of encouragement can
do. That evening I called Mrs Fox, Susan as I was told to use and invited
her and Steve to tea. I bet you are expecting to hear about my fight with
the cooker in making a five-course meal, you are wrong. I can do a mean
meatballs and rice when I try, so did that. Susan was impressed with the
way I had the house set up. It made it easier for Steve to get about and
allowed Susan to relax because Steve could get about himself. She told me
all about Steve's accident and how it had turned their lives upside down.
Husband had died earlier in the year so it had been hard. The old persons
home was the job to keep them going. Her shift would need to be changed
soon so she was looking for another job, as she could not afford to give up
work. Steve's treatment was so expensive. I knew that after all I had been
getting it for three years. I told her that I have most of my time free so
offered to help as best I could. Well time past very pleasantly and when it
was over I wished it had been longer. I said my goodbyes and arrangements
were made for Saturday.
	I met Steve just as Mum dropped him and his bag off. He showed me
his racing chair. It was normal really except the front wheels extended and
moved inwards. It was quite impressive. Steve had to change but needed
help. I went to a room and we were given a key to a locked smaller room. We
could change our things in there. I helped with the callipers then sorted
out his tee shirt and pads. He needed help with his trousers because his
racing suit was an all in one piece. I helped with the button and Steve did
the zip. He lifter up using the armrests and his arms and I lowered his
trousers. Steve was there now minus everything except his briefs. As I
slowly pulled on his suit I noticed the front of his briefs bulge. I smiled
realising that he had an erection. I tried hard but could not take my eyes
off It." that happens all the time and its even worse with the tight suit
on." I smiled trying to explain that it was normal even admitting that it
happens to me. I was not in the position of telling everybody but this
seemed appropriate. We did with a lot of pulling and squeezing get Steve
into the suit. I placed the callipers over his legs. I did not mean to feel
his legs but could not help myself. Helmet on he was ready. He asked me for
a ride to his racer so did not think anything about it. He held on so tight
that whenever we went over a small bump his bottom ground into me. It was
me who started to get the erection. "Donny I see what you mean now I
thought it was only ever me who got all hard but you do as well just like
you said."
	I managed to get him strapped in and was an enthusiastic member of
the crowd cheering as the boys went round. Steve never won but was very
good. All he needed was more practice. It was quite a pleasant way to spend
the morning. After helping Steve get changed we made our way back to my
home. It was almost midday so Steve called his mum while I prepared
something to eat. Susan wanted me. "Oh Donny something has come up. A
member of staff has been taken ill I have been asked if I want to cover her
shift. I would but its Steve." I rubbished her reasoning and told her to go
ahead. She explained it was the night shift. I saw her problem. "Well I
have two spare rooms Steve can use one of them. I will sort food out for
him. You do what you like but of course it's down to you. "I have asked
Steve and he does not mind. The only thing is he has to have a sleeping
draft ever night it's a long way to get to our home." "Don't worry I have a
pill that I can break up small if he needs it. "The problem was sorted I
got the rest of the details and that was that.
	Steve and I ate then he sat with me a while. Most of the afternoon
we chatted and when I noticed it was six I made us a light supper. I took
Steve to the bathroom and showed him how the bath cabinet worked. I helped
with the callipers as usual. The shirt and trousers I took and said I would
wash and dry them for the morning. Not worrying or blushing he asked me to
wash his pants as well. He lifted up and I slid them down. He sat in the
cabinet while the water splashed about him. I got the clothes going so that
they would be clean and fresh for the morning. When I returned with a shirt
and tee shirt both mine I could see through the frosted glass that Steve
was spending a bit more time than usual washing his groin except he was not
washing. I opened the top of the glass to see Steve with his back to the
wall eyes closed fingers clasped around his penis pumping quickly. "Are you
alright?" Steve's reaction was so strange. He was not angry he was scared
to have been seen. "Sorry I did not mean to do it please don't tell my
mum. I know she will go mad." I did not dare laugh. But I stroke his wet
hair and told him everybody does it. Its best done in private but every now
and again someone accidentally catches you doing that."  I closed the door
and went to get a towel. As soon as I had got back Steve had opened the
door and was waiting for me. I placed a towel upon my lap and lifted him
onto it. I dried him thoroughly.  I used talcum powder to dry the patches
hardest to reach. Steve enjoyed that, he chose a shirt and it fitted quite
well. Steve looked nice and clean as I changed for bed. I did have pyjamas.
He was jealous because I had Donald duck on mine and he wanted them. I made
a hot drink helped him to bed then went to my room hoping to sleep quickly
after the days activities.
	It was after I had been in bed for a while that I heard movement. I
turned on my light to see Steve coming through the door. "I cannot sleep I
have not had my medicine." I told him the medicine was in his hot drink.
"Can I come sleep with you please?" I thought long and hard but agreed to
his request. Steve managed to slide into bed and cuddle up close. I managed
to stroke his hair until he seemed to relax. Steve managed to get right up
close and just as I was falling asleep I found my hand on his back. It had
gone under his shirt and was stroking as I had his hair. As it reached the
lower part my fingers came into contact with his bottom. The powder had
made it silky smooth. I turned on my side to look at him but continued to
stroke his back. I opened his shirt by undoing the six buttons that were
still closed. I gently slipped the shirt over his shoulders. I had never
thought of sex in ages. My sport was more important. I was there with this
boy virtually naked. It was clear in my mind that I had to be like him so
removed my top. When our bodies touched it was like electricity. I was not
sure if Steve knew what was happening but as he reached forwards our lips
touched very awkwardly. I never knew why but I was happy to kiss him while
I could feel his erection grow bigger and bigger as it touched my hand.
	Steve was responding now. His hands were in contact with my body.
He was shaking his voice whispered that he was scared. I had to tell him
that I was scared to so he would not worry as much. I was not sure what
made me happy. Was it his touch? My touch? His almost naked body, perhaps a
combination of them all. I was beginning to get aroused. I had the erection
I had before. I wondered long and deep as to why Steve had given me the
feelings to bring on the erection. I could feel his body give in to my
touch and our sexual expressions grew in intensity.
	 Being dark my hands moved gently up and down Steve's body.  As my
lips parted from his. I was sure that he did not want me to stop. I had
never been in this position before; I had never had such powerful feelings
for a boy as I had at this time. Moving back the cover I could feel the
heat that radiated from him. My lips started to cover his nakedness from
the neck taking a slow but gentle meander along every curve. His nipples,
ever so small, soon became excited with the touch of my flickering tongue.
Hands covering parts of his body yet to reach I continued with the labours
of kissing and licking. I managed every part even each toe did not go
amiss. I never thought that I needed to stop or that Steve would or was
objecting in any way, in fact I could feel him move in a certain way when I
did something he enjoyed. I remember the moment when I took a breath and
lay by his side. I thought I could see him looking at me but being dark I
could not be sure. Using the back of my hand I worked my way down his chest
until I found his penis. With a swift turn I was able to hold it and kiss
the tip while the skin was pulled back. I could feel the small opening
being pushed forwards. My mouth was very eager to take it in. I never
thought a boy could generate the sensations I was feeling. I moved back up
to ask Steve if things were all right. I never got to ask because Steve
managed to turn sideways until we were against each other kissing harder
than before.
	We were both in a position now where our lust was taking over. No
more words had been said at all. If I had not had the feeling that boys
should not do this to me things would seem very normal, well two people who
like each other find the moment when like turns to love. Our arms twisted
around each other like Creeping Ivy. Our lips pushed hard against each
other's. Slowly I did pull back to hold his face in each hand. The small
cheeks nestled into my palms and the kiss became more intense.
	"I love you!" The first words. They had come from me. I pulled the
shirt from under him allowing me for the first time to connect with the
sweet smooth naked body of a boy who I had only known for forty-eight
hours. I wondered when I kissed him with passion and stroked his legs if he
was able to feel it. I had kissed the legs and inner thighs but could not
tell if the sensations I could feel were the same as his. It was clear he
was enjoying my touches so much so that I was able to use my hand in a more
erotic manner. I grasped his penis and used my tongue to poke his balls. No
bigger than very small eggs they moved at will when the pressure got to
them. I was pushing the skin back and forth by now and allowing the tongue
to come into contact with the tip. My salvia was covering the head making
the skin easier to slide up and down. I could feel the ridge of his penis
pass back and forth between my lips. Although I had never done this sort of
thing before it became clear that it was easy and something that was right
to do. Close up I rubbed Steve until I could feel some sort of shaking so
stopped because I was sure that I knew what would happen.
	No matter what we did now the signals had been given not to stop. I
caressed him and kissed at greater speed. The pressure began mounting. His
penis like my own was erect and upright. This time the touch would not
stop. With gentle friction and movement I allowed a gentle groan to pass by
the kiss and echo through me. Small amounts of sweat had started to form
and I was feeling something close to euphoria. After almost an hour of
being in pure happiness. I felt the twitch that could only mean one thing.
Steve was about to cum. I slowed right down so that he could feel every
sensation as it flashed through him. He did that alright. One vast groan
that came from his feet escaped him and I could feel the tremors through
his penis until a crescendo of pleasure went through his whole body. When
this happened and his body crushed mine I came also but I covered us in
great squirts of the white seed of excitement. Steve managed a drip the
size of a dewdrop that sat upon my finger until we both came to rest.
	We managed to sleep for the rest of the night. I awoke early
thinking how funny it would be if Steve told his mum about the new sleeping
draft I had and what it consisted of. I knew what Susan's reactions would
have been so did not bother to mention to Steve when he awoke anything. No
need at all he brought it up and how great it made him feel. Like many
people I am sure I was a bit panicky but Steve's offer to keep it between
us was gratefully accepted. I saw his body in the light and was grateful to
have been given such a precious thing to have. The white crust that had
formed upon us had to be cleaned so we both managed a bath together. If you
have never kissed under a spray of water do try. For me it was just an
added extra piece of our love.
	Why did I find the love of a boy so nice? I thought a lot about it
but I always thought about the moment when Steve shuddered to a climax and
his whole body became tender and exciting to touch. For the first time his
whole body was alive again. Of course it was too much to expect that he
would jump up and down with joy, but it would have been something very new
to him as it was I.
	Susan was very tired so I offered to cook a meal for her and Steve.
She could sleep and we would stay together. Her tiredness made things
easy. She agreed and arranged to come join her son and I at 5pm. Now before
the thought of a meal better than meatballs Steve had decided to offer to
cook so we had plenty of time to get ready. We did spend most of the day
talking about how most people were better off than we were. Most disabled
people at first felt this and have a lot of anger towards some able bodied
people. I had felt bad for a long time but being with Steve made things
different.
	It took an hour before Steve got around to asking about last night.
It was a shock when he asked, " Why did we do that last night?" I asked him
if he enjoyed it and no time was needed to think on his part because an
immediate response of yes came out. Steve was very close, after all we had
only just finished our deep conversation about what was wrong with the
world and here I was making another move on a boy who made my whole body
shiver.  I stroked his head and pulled him close. The strangest part for me
was the thought that he could not run away. Two hours ago we had been naked
in bed. We both were heading that way again. Steve held tight while I gave
him a ride to the bedroom. I enjoyed undressing him. Laying there looking
at me happy as I pulled down his briefs. The early sight of his penis
already erect pleased me. Here I was again feeling something that I knew
most would know was wrong. I asked Steve to help me undress. I know he
could not move well but his eagerness to get as much enjoyment out of our
time together surprised even me. Steve's small fingers were able to take
the clothing from me until both naked we scrambled into each other's arms.
	It seemed so normal to be there with each other this day. Holding
hands Steve managed to climb on top of me so that we could kiss while we
looked in each other's eyes. I loved the smooth skin he had but being this
was still new I did not know what to do next. It looked easy. I stroked his
hair; it was soft, short and felt wonderful against my hands. I wanted to
see more of Steve this morning. As he slid from me I was pleased to feel
the erection against my skin. He was stroking mine so we both knew just
what we wanted and also that we were both happy to give it to each other.
The skin around the head of his penis slid right back to show the dark
coloured head. I made every effort to move to it so that I could show Steve
that my lips would give him vast amounts of pleasure. As I reached him he
gasped as I sucked in on the head. My fingers played with his balls forcing
them to slide side to side while I sucked on his small tool of joy. I could
see a few small hairs had started to grow. My fingers managed to circle
them, which I hoped, would give him as much pleasure as he was giving
me. After we both had spent time exploring each other the time came for us
both to assist the other in the climax to our love making that morning. At
almost the same time we started to rub each other until heavy breathing
aside I climaxed covering his body and mine in the seeds of happiness.
Steve followed with a groan as he had the night before but his kiss that
followed was more passionate that I remembered. His drips of sperm mingled
with mine, the sexual enjoyment had subsided. We were both very wet and had
each hugged into one another. I wondered if this was what Steve needed or
it was an outlet for both us cripples. We hugged for a while then Steve got
up and went to the bathroom bringing a cloth and towel back to clean us
both up. He took a swift run to replace the things we had used and decided
that we would carry on with a cuddle. Our naked bodies together made us
very sleepy so a nap entwined, skin against skin was a good idea.
	STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I shook him hard. STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His
head turned. I kissed him full on the lips and said, "You walked, You
Walked."  I grabbed his softened penis and he jumped of the bed and stood
looking at me with the face that said "What did you do that for? It hurt."
I asked him to get my shorts from the chair on the other side of the room.
He walked all the way and only realised as I shouted again to him. His
stance was ridged and he looked at his toes wriggling against the bedroom
carpet. I could see he was crying but I could not get to him. I called and
got him to come to me. After a great deal of crying, by both of us, we
called mum and got her out of bed. Not telling her what was wrong I pleaded
for her to come over. Well putting it like that she just dropped everything
and came. It was a pleasure to dress my walking friend and as Susan got out
of the car Steve ran to her. She was crying now also. No explanations were
needed she was over the moon. Well they spent the rest of the day together
and I got a call saying thanks and all that.
	Well Steve still goes to swimming but no callipers or chair. To the
track but to run and no chair. I still see him. We still have fun together
in and out of bed. I love Steve but do not know what made him walk perhaps
it was that he found his true self. On one day we were ... ah maybe another
story in that.

Well that's that for now
Any comments to shaksbeer@ureach.com
All flames will be ignored but thanks for reading

There are more stories in the WHEELCHAIR let me know if I need to keep
writing...