Handy Helper
Well, Murph had really done it this time. His hopes for a downhill ski-racing medal in the Winter Olympics were shattered, as were both of his arms. It had happened fast, he was setting a record pace until his ski hit a mogul the wrong way and sent him sailing into the air and tumbling down the mountain. It was fortunate he hadn’t cracked his skull. That would have been a drag, the doctors would have had to shave his trademark long, blonde hair. The damn full arm casts were bad enough. He couldn’t feed himself, he couldn’t brush his teeth, he couldn’t wipe his own ass, hell, he couldn’t even hold his dick to pee or play. His roommate had been released earlier in the day. Now that visiting hours were over, he didn’t even have any one to talk to. (more…)
