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Tom

The last thing he remembered was the overwhelming sensation of an incredible crushing force and then being drowned in pee. Doing a mental evaluation, his body ached but nothing felt broken. Groaning, he rolled onto his side, he was lying on something soft. Like a cloud? Where am I? Snapping his eyes open, he blinked a few times to try and focus on his surroundings.

It was like he was on wide table, dining room table maybe, he could see a china hutch in his periphery, counters and kitchen in the distance.

“Hello there little one,” said a female voice, voice soft and dulcet.

Pushing himself into a sitting position, he brought his head back around to better see the speaker. He didn’t know her. She was very attractive and her face seemed friendly as she looked down on him.

“Hello,” he rasped back, his throat raw and sore. “Who are you and where am I?” he asked, smiling weakly

“My name is Cassidy, Cassie, you are in my apartment. What is your name?” she asked, bursting with curiosity.

He looked beyond her and around the apartment, taking stock of her abode before meeting her bright eyes. “Tom,” he croaked.

She made a funny face, “Like Tom Thumb?” she asked.

“Sure, why not. How did I get here?” he asked.

“There was an accident. I, um, well I sort of found you in a young woman’s underpants,” she replied.

He nodded, “Janine,” he said. “Is she okay?”

Cassie nodded, “Couple of bumps and bruises but she should be fine with some rest. Um, how is it you are so small and why were you in her panties?” she inquired.

Tom grinned his famous grin, “What were you doing in Janine’s unmentionables?” he asked slyly.

She chuckled, “I was the Duty Nurse in the ER when she was brought in. I triaged her and prepped her and when I removed her clothes, there you were,” she answered, spreading her hands as if revealing something that had previously been hidden.

He nodded, “You’re a nurse?”

Smiling she nodded, “And it looks like you’ve taken quite a pounding,” she stated.

He laughed sardonically, “It’s been a trying week,” he conceded, humor evaporating.

“Her underpants?”

“I’m sure you probably have like a million other questions,” he said, “But do you think maybe I could get something to eat?” he asked, rubbing a hand over his aching growling stomach.

She leaned back, “Of course,” she said, hopping up from her chair and crossing over to one of the kitchen cupboards. Opening the door, she looked back to him, “Pop tart?” she inquired.

He nodded, at this juncture he didn’t care what flavor.

Removing a foil package with two pastries, “Heated?”

“No, it will be fine that way,” he said.

Returning to the table, she tore open the package and broke a piece off, holding it out to him the way she might for a small frightened animal, “It’s okay,” she soothed.

The piece she was offering was fairly large to him. Taking it, he nodded his thanks and sat back down, breaking off a piece and eating it, he throat making it difficult to swallow and forcing him to go slowly.

She smiled. “Good?” she inquired.

Mouth full of sweet pastry, he gave her a thumbs up with his left hand. It was good, the flavors exploding in his mouth. Tess. He needed to contact Tess, let her know he was okay.

Getting back up, she moved to another cupboard and opened one of the doors. Looking over at him momentarily, she frowned before closing the door and pulling open a drawer in the counter. Taking out a tablespoon, she walked to the refrigerator and took out a small carton of milk and returned to the table. Sitting, she poured a small measure of milk into the spoon and set it down carefully near where he was eating.

“I really need to contact my sister, let her know I’m okay,” he added, hoping she was amenable to helping him as he moved closer to the spoon.

“Oh absolutely,” she said, “But first, you need to finish eating,” she urged.

He nodded, bending forward and slurping up some milk before wiping his face and stuffing another frosted piece of strawberry Pop tart into his mouth.

As he continued to eat, she got back up and retrieved her purse from the small metal shelving unit she used for her shoes near the door. Coming back to the table and setting the bag down, she pulled the cell phone out of her purse and set it on the table. “You’ll need to give me your sister’s number,” she said.

Nodding, he swallowed the food in his mouth, spending a moment to try and remember the actual number of her phone. She looked at him and smiled, finger poised over the screen of her phone.

“This is going to sound stupid, but I’m not exactly sure of the number, I have it programmed under Tess in my cell phone,” he said, chuckling.

“Tess? That’s your sister’s name?” she inquired.

He nodded, “Teresa, but everybody calls her Tess,” he answered.

Smiling patiently, “What do you think the number might be?” she asked.

Sitting there pensively, he spit out the ten numbers he thought were hers, though his confidence level was fifty-fifty they were the right ten in the right order.

Nodding, she entered the numbers as he recited them, “What do you the message to say?”

“Tess, it’s Tom, I’m okay. At the moment I’m in the care of a nurse named Cassidy. This is her phone,” he instructed.

Typing away, she turned the phone for him to see the words written on the screen and then touched the little envelope with the arrow on it. “Hopefully she gets it,” Cassie said.

Tom nodded. Double edged sword. On the one hand he was sure she would be relieved to know he was okay, but on the other hand she was going to be livid. He was sure he could calm her down, but he knew there was going to be a sermon of biblical proportions accompanying her displeasure. He was glad Janine was okay, though a part of him wanted her to endure some small measure of suffering, karma righting itself.

He was so glad Cassidy was nice. She was definitely very pretty and the nurse angle was very sexy. If he hadn’t been ridden hard and put up wet, he might even have tried to put a couple of his moves on her. Beat up as he was though, prudence dictated he control his hormones and just be grateful for her assistance. In the end, he realized what he really wanted was to just be himself again.

Cassie’s cell phone buzzed on the table top. Looking down, she swiped the screen and frowned.

 

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