After a moment she shook her head. "Sorry," she muttered. "Should I give you some privacy so you can take care of that?"
"Right here in the living room?" I snorted. "I don't think so. I should take a shower and then lie down in my bed." My eyes flicked up and met hers, and I grinned. "Maybe then..."
We both chuckled. Then she asked, "Well, do you need my help with any of that?"
"If you can bring me my crutches, I think I can handle the rest," I replied. She blanched and I quickly added, "I mean the showering and getting myself to bed part. This," I indicated my d**k with a wave of my right hand, "is as much a side effect of the meds as it is the fact I haven't been laid since my accident."
"Oh," she said softly. Then she turned and walked over to get my crutches and brought them to me.
