The Night Laylee Came Over (R)
Laylee Peterson sat at her desk in her bedroom working on her report for English Honors when she glanced out the window and saw the Keaton's van pull into the driveway across the street. She sat back in her chair and watched as Mr. Keaton dragged the wheelchair out of the back of the van. The side door to the vehicle opened and she saw Danny being helped from the van into the wheelchair. She noticed that is hair was really long sticking out from underneath a baseball cap and that he had a scraggly beard.
She sighed with sadness as she watched the little scene unfold before her. Now in the chair, Danny wheeled the chair up the ramp built onto the front of the house and onto the porch. His mother opened the front door and Danny zipped himself into the house. Had it really been five years since the accident? Laylee was surprised to realize it really had been that long.
Laylee remembered the fateful day like it was yesterday. She had gone to the movies with her friends on a Saturday afternoon in Greenville and when they came out of the theatre it was snowing making everything look magical and beautiful. They rode the bus home and Laylee was feeling happy until she saw the look on her mother's face when she came into the house.
"There's been an accident," her mother told her when Laylee asked what was wrong.
"What kind of accident?" the thirteen year old asked. "Who was in an accident?"
"It's Danny, sweetie," her mother revealed. "He was hurt sledding."
Laylee thought it was some sort of cruel joke. How could a physically gifted athletically talented kid like Danny Keaton be hurt in a sledding accident?
"Well, he's going to be okay, right?" Laylee naively asked.
"It's pretty serious, dear," her mother warned.
Danny was Laylee's best buddy. They grew up across the street from one another and played together for as long as either could remember. They sold lemonade side by side in Laylee's front yard on hot summer days. They were the best at all the neighborhood games – hide-go-seek, One-Two-Three Red Light, Tag, hopscotch, and they were also masters at board games like Monopoly, Life, and Scrabble.
They raced each other on their bikes, took hikes together along the Blue River, went swimming together at Sun Rise Lake, and hung out together in Danny's backyard tree fort.
Laylee was Danny's biggest fan at all his little league baseball games and Pop Warner football games and Danny patiently sat and watched Laylee at her dance classes. He loved to make her laugh and she loved being able to talk to a guy friend who had a different perspective. She liked being a girl and having girlfriends but Danny understood things about her that made her feel different and special.
All of that changed in a flash that snowy Saturday afternoon. Danny and his pals had been sliding along the slopes of the hilltop neighborhood. It wasn't the best place to slide – you had to be daring with all the trees and bumps and drops but it was considered a challenge and a right of passage to brave the hills, especially the area dubbed 'dead man's mountain' that featured a sharp curve on a bending path.
Danny was making the last run of the day because the falling snow was making the trails even slicker and speedier than normal. He went sitting down instead of lying down, using his feet to control the sled's steering and sure enough he missed that last dangerous turn on Dead Man's Mount and went sailing off the side of a hill "like a Frisbee" was how eye witness Butch Dempsey described it.
Danny shattered his spine and ruptured his spleen in the spill. Butch said Dan looked like 'a rag doll' has he bounced down the side of the hill and then lay motionless in a heap at the bottom of the trail.
Laylee was confused during the next few days when Danny was hospitalized in the Blue County Medical Center ICU and then flown to Boston for special surgery. She didn't understand what having a spinal cord injury meant.
"You can suffer paralysis from a spine injury, particularly one around the waist area, Sweetie," her mother told her. "Electrical impulses go from the brain to the spine and from there to the whole body so if the spine gets severed or broken the signals can't cross the injured part of the spinal cord and they won't reach anything below the injury. If the injury is in your waist, you'll lose your legs. If it's higher up, you might lose feeling in your arms, torso and neck, too."
"But Danny's going to be okay, right?" Laylee asked. "I mean, he's going to be able to walk again, right?"
Laylee's mother looked pained. "Spinal cord injuries can be complete or incomplete, honey," she said. "If it is complete, the nervous system is cut off from any structures of the body that are innervated from that level of the cord or below. In a complete injury the victim would not have feeling below the level of injury."
"Well, what does Danny have?" the teary eyed Laylee asked.
"That's what the surgery will determine, dear," was the answer.
Danny had a complete spinal cord injury at L1 which meant he didn't have any leg function at all. He was basically paralyzed from the waist down and Laylee ran into her room and cried for hours when she first learned the prognosis.
Laylee didn't see Danny for a long time after the accident. He was in Boston and then he went to some rehab place to learn how to use the wheelchair and adapt to his new life with a disability. Laylee heard all sorts of rumors about how Danny was depressed and was sent to a mental hospital but she wasn't sure if any of that was true.
All she knew was that this was the worse thing that ever happened in her life and that she was very sad about it. It wasn't the same without Danny being at school everyday. She missed seeing him and hanging out with him. His house looked sad every time she came home and realized he wasn't there.
Danny eventually came home but everything was different. He was different. Gone were his smile and his dancing eyes. He had no sense of humor and he didn't want to see or talk to Laylee. Every time she went over to visit him he was moody and angry and mean and Laylee would go home and cry. He looked so sad and miserable in his wheelchair and he sounded hopeless. She stopped going over there because it was just so depressing.
Laylee was in denial about the whole situation and she tried to block it out of her mind as much as she could. But then the Keaton's built the wheelchair ramp in front of the house which served as a daily reminder for Laylee that Danny was a handicapped person living across the street from her. He dropped out of school, opting to be home school instead. Laylee's mom said it was because Danny didn't want to have to deal with being a handicapped kid in school and he didn't want everyone to see him and feel sorry for him.
Laylee rarely saw Danny around town or out and about. They used to go to Serguci League amateur baseball games at Beano Field together all the time. Danny loved baseball and he enjoyed watching the Hilltop Browns and Beansboro Beansters play but Laylee never saw him at Beano Field again after the accident.
For a while Laylee e-mailed Danny and sometimes he would respond. She found that to be an easier way to stay in contact with him but even his emails were morose and depressing and eventually Laylee stopped writing too.
Then high school happened and Layee got wrapped up in her own life and she sort of forgot about Danny. There was cheerleading and softball and her dance recitals. She dated a couple of guys and went to the prom and now she was going to be graduating from high school and she realized as she sat in front of bedroom window staring out at Danny's house that Danny had missed all of that and that she missed him being a part of all that.
Laylee was supposed to go out with her girlfriends that night but she found herself picking up her cell phone and calling Abby to tell her that something had come up and that she wouldn't be able to make it.
A few minutes later, Laylee was walking across the street and ringing the doorbell to the Keaton house. She really had no idea why except that she was feeling sentimental and nostalgic and that she wanted to see Danny again. She didn't care how moody or anti-social he was. Something inside of her just wanted to be with him like old times.
How many times in the old days did Laylee walk across the street to grab Danny to play or hang out? How many times did she sit in the Keaton family room watching TV with Danny? How many sandwiches had Mrs. Keaton made for them?
Mrs. Keaton answered the door and she almost did a double take when she saw who was standing in the doorway.
"Laylee!" Mrs. Keaton exclaimed with surprise. "How nice to see you!"
"Hello, Mrs. Keaton," Laylee said sheepishly, suddenly feeling totally guilty and ashamed for being such a pathetic stranger when she lived right across the street.
"What brings you over here?" Mrs. Keaton asked politely.
"I was hoping to see Danny," Layee revealed.
"Oh?" Mrs. Keaton looked both surprised and confused.
"Do you think he would be willing to see me?" Laylee asked nervously and with that one statement she acknowledged to Danny's mother her total shitty behavior and abandonment for the past several years.
"I don't know, Laylee," Mrs. Keaton admitted. Then she smiled. "But there's only one way to find out. Please come in."
Mrs. Keaton stepped back and allowed Layee into the house. Laylee noticed that Mrs. Keaton was all dressed up as if she was getting ready to go out.
"Why don't you have a seat in the living room?" Mrs. Keaton suggested.
Laylee knew the way of course and she made her way into the room. She noticed some changes to the interior of the house. There were no rugs on the floor and the furniture as sparser and more spread out to make room for Danny's wheelchair, obviously. There was also a television set in the living room which was never the case when they were kids. The living room was for visitors. The den was for television watching. There were several family photos on the walls, bookshelves, and mantles, including many of Danny in his pre-accident days wearing his baseball uniforms, riding his bike, getting awards. It struck Laylee as incredibly sad to see him so young and healthy again.
"Danny!" Mrs. Keaton called out. "There's somebody here to see you."
Laylee glanced down the hall to where the den used to be and saw that it was now a bedroom – Danny's bedroom so he could be on the first floor.
"Who is it?" She heard Danny call back with a growl.
"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" His mother responded before disappearing up the stairs.
Laylee heard some noise coming from the bedroom and then a moment later the wheelchair appeared in the doorway as Danny wheeled his way down the hall. He stopped short in the doorway to the living room when he saw who was sitting on the couch.
"You've got to be shitting me," he said with disbelief.
"Hello, Danny," Laylee said with a forced smile trying to act as if everything was normal and that they saw each other everyday even thought it had been years since she had been in the house.
"Well, well, well," Danny replied with what looked to be a mix between a smirk and a frown on his face. "Look what the cat dragged in."
"Hello, Danny," she repeated lamely.
"What happened?" Danny wanted to know, frustration in his voice. "Somebody dare you or something?"
Laylee looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry it's been so long."
"Are you now?" He asked sarcastically.
"Look, I don't blame you for being pissed….."
"I'm not pissed," Danny calmly cut her off. "Oh, wait, you are Laylee Peterson, right?"
"Come on, Danny," she sighed.
"Where are we going?" He wanted to know, glancing around. "Are you asking me out?"
"Okay, I know all this has been very traumatic for you but…."
Again he cut her off. "You don't know shit."
She bit her lip and looked at him. "I know you've turned into an asshole," she snapped.
He gave her that smirk/frown again. "Oh yeah?"
"Maybe this was a mistake," she sighed.
Danny wheeled into the room and he seemed to have a devilish smile on his face. "You're looking pretty good, Laylee."
"So are you," she said, feeling encouraged for the first time since she arrived.
"Yeah, right," he groaned. "You're so full of shit."
He lifted the ball cap off the top of his head and brushed his hand through his long unkempt hair that hung to his shoulders. He always wore it short before the accident.
"I like the beard," she offered.
He laughed and scratched it. "Makes me feel rugged."
She giggled and nodded her head.
Laylee heard footsteps on the stairs and Danny's parents arrived in the living room all dressed up and ready to go.
"Laylee, we'd love to stay and visit but we have a dinner party tonight," Mrs. Keaton explained.
"Do you want to baby-sit?" Danny joked.
"It's nice to see you again, Laylee," Mr. Keaton said reaching out to shake the visitor's hand. "Stay as long as you want. I'm sure Danny would appreciate the company."
Mrs. Keaton smiled as she led her husband to the door. "Well, kids, you two be good while we're gone," she said. "We'll be back around midnight. You two enjoy your quality time."
"Me and Laylee haven't enjoyed any quality time together in five years," Danny remarked but his mother ignored him as she shut the front door behind them, leaving Danny and Laylee awkwardly alone.
"You can leave if you want," Danny sighed. "I know this is weird all of a sudden."
"All of a sudden?" Laylee replied. "Its' been weird for five years."
"Yeah," Danny agreed, turning his wheelchair around and leaving the room.
Laylee followed him down the hall and into the former den now his bedroom. She noticed that a bathroom had been built off the back of the room that she hadn't seen from her house before. It was handicapped accessible with a wide door and plenty of room with a sunken tub and a walk in shower.
The bedroom had a king size bed and one wall was one long counter with at least four computers on it.
"That's a lot of computers," Laylee observed as she looked around the room.
"It keeps me busy," Danny replied. "I actually have a job doing web site stuff."
"That's good," Laylee said, taking a seat on the foot of his bed and looking at him. "I hope you will forgive me, Danny," she sighed.
"For not being a very good friend," she said and she was surprised when her eyes began to get watery. "I guess I just didn't know how to deal with it."
"Who did?" Danny replied. He gave her a long look. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. I know I wasn't easy to deal with after it first happened."
"I still could have tried harder," she replied.
"I don't blame you for anything, Laylee," Danny told her. "I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself and being a miserable bastard. That was my own fault."
"I'm sorry for everything."
"Shit happens," he shrugged. "I knew when I was airborne that day that I was in deep shit. I remember laying on my back in that ditch conscious and perfectly still gulping for air. I couldn't move or feel anything and I knew it was bad."
"What were you thinking?"
"I said 'Jesus, I'm in your hands now.' I was just laying there looking up at the sky and watching the snow flakes fall onto my face."
"I remember that day like it was yesterday," Laylee said softly.
"Want to hear something funny?" Danny asked.
"What?" Laylee wondered.
"I remember thinking "Me and Laylee were supposed to go to Donovan's Department Store tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to make it.'"
Laylee smiled. "I remember."
"I didn't realize I was destined for a wheelchair that day," he sighed. "But here I am."
"What happened to you, Danny?" Laylee asked.
"I broke my spine."
"No, I mean what happened to you? Why did you quit?"
"I didn't quit," he said defensively. "It just took me a while to find myself again."
"How come you stopped going to school."
"Because Id didn't want to be the freak," he replied. "The poor pathetic paralyzed kid. I didn't want to have to wheel myself through the cafeteria or ask for help or look at kids staring at me. I got over that eventually and now it's more like 'Yeah, look at me. I'm in a chair.' "
"But you never go out," Laylee said.
"I don't want to," he replied. "It's too much of a hassle, too much of a burden. I go out to dinner once in a while."
"I never see you."
"Maybe you haven't been looking."
"So, you're not bitter anymore?"
"I still have my bad days," he admitted. "But I've learned that life is what you make of it and you're supposed to have fun along the way. Even if you're in a wheelchair."
"Good for you!" She smiled.
"Mostly, I just take it one day at a time," he told her. "For awhile I felt like I lost everything. Sports. My friends. School. You. Depression set in and I hated life. I wanted to die. My parents finally sent me to a rehab place and that probably saved my life."
"I'm glad you're doing better," Laylee replied. Then she glanced at him. "How come you never tried to reconnect with me?"
"I figured you knew where I lived," Danny replied honesty. "I didn't want to force myself on you. If you wanted to be friends, you'd come find me."
"I came tonight," she said softly, still feeling like a total bitch for being so insensitive all these years.
"Yes, you did," he replied. "So," he asked, studying her. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not really," she admitted. "Not right now, anyway." She smiled and looked at him. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
Danny laughed. "Not right now," he said. "It's been sort of tough meeting girls."
She nodded but didn't say anything.
"When I finally pulled my head out of my ass, I started to get a better attitude about stuff," he revealed. "I met a girl at rehab who made me feel better. I started becoming more disciplined about my daily routine. Sometimes I still use a catheter and laxatives but usually I just tough it out and pull myself onto the toilet.
It was sort of hard to feel sorry for myself when I would see other people much worse off than me. Totally paralyzed from the neck down and all that sort of grim stuff. People having to breathe through tubes. I still feel helpless sometimes and I have dreams of my old life and the way things used to be. Running, playing baseball, all that. I still cry and get depressed, feel worthless and feel less than a man and it can be hard to get away from comparing myself to able bodied people and how unfair things are. I get bitter, angry, jealous and I lash out at people, usually my poor parents."
"I can imagine," Laylee sighed.
"I saw you leaving for the prom," Danny revealed. "That was a pretty tough day."
She looked at him with surprise. "You did?"
"You looked very lovely in that pink dress."
"Thanks," she blushed.
"Who was the lucky guy?"
"Oh, I didn't even recognize him," Danny laughed. "Lucky guy."
"We're not together or anything," she said. "But it was a nice night."
He nodded and she felt kind of weird about the whole thing.
"I have found that staying busy helps," Danny said. "I try not to be a couch potato or an addicted internet surfer. I manage my time between the school work and the job stuff and I have other projects too."
"Very good," Laylee said.
"So, that's my story," Danny replied. "How 'bout you?"
"Not much to tell," Laylee replied.
"I saw you name in the softball game write ups."
"Yeah, that was fun."
"You still dancing?"
"Yeah, this is my last year."
"You going to college?"
"I've been accepted at Green."
"I'm doing a web course through them," Danny replied.
"Why don't you just go there?" Laylee asked. "There are plenty of people in wheelchairs who go to college you know, Danny."
He gave her a strange look and she felt guilty for saying anything.
"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I know it's none of my business and it's easy for me to say. I just think you isolate way too much."
"You're probably right," he agreed. "It's just a pattern I've gotten used to. But I do have friends on line. I do a lot of facebook interaction and I belong to a paralyzed community on a blog."
"That's all good," Laylee replied. "But nothing beats actual physical interaction. You don't have to be homebound."
"Well, anyway, do you want to do anything while you're here?" Danny asked. "Watch a movie or something?"
"No, I'd rather talk to you, Danny," Laylee said. "That's what I've missed the most."
He smiled. "Me too," he agreed.
So they spent the next three hours chatting away, talking about family and friends, high school and dates, baseball and the Red Sox, their favorite movies and books, and the latest music. Danny was well versed ("I have plenty of time to keep up with all this stuff") and Laylee had a great time talking with him. He was fascinating, well educated, knowledgeable, and it was like they were twelve years old again sitting in his tree fort talking about stuff.
Laylee couldn't believe how much time had passed. She yawned and stood up.
"I need to stretch," she said.
She clasped her hands behind her and arched her back and Danny couldn't help noticing her chest jutting out as he watched from his wheelchair.
"You really are beautiful, Laylee," he said as if he was in a trance. "Always were but you sure have grown up."
"Thanks," she blushed.
"I like the way you wear your hair now."
It was dark brown shoulder-length unlike the light blonde cropped hair style she used to have. The new style went well with her deep brown eyes.
"I could use a drink, Danny," Laylee said. "I'm sort of thirsty."
"You remember where the kitchen is," he grinned. "Go get us something while I use the facilities."
Laylee felt contently happy as she walked down the hall to the kitchen. Everything almost felt like it used to and she was happy to be spending time with Danny again. She grabbed a couple of cokes from the refrigerator and some cookies from the cookie jar and returned to Danny's bedroom.
"I haven't pissed standing up for five years," he said as he came out of the bathroom in his chair.
"I know the feeling," Laylee replied good naturedly. "I've being peeing sitting down for seventeen years!"
Danny cleared his throat. "Touché."
"Here, have a coke," Laylee said with a smile as she took a seat on the bed again. "I bought cookies too."
"You're making my job easy," Danny smiled as he accepted the treats from her. Laylee smiled. "Do you want to hire me as your housekeeper?" She teased.
"That would be a dream come true," Danny replied and she blushed.
"What was the rehab center you were in like?" Laylee asked.
"Which one?" Danny replied. "The one for spinal cord injuries or the one for suicidal people?"
Laylee looked at him with surprise. "Both, I guess," she said softly.
"Ah, I really don't want to talk abut that stuff anymore," Danny let her know. "I'm all for looking forward not back."
"Me too," Laylee replied with a smile.
She stood and went to his bookcase to look at his selections and some of the photos around the world. She was tickled to see a photo of them taken after a little league game the summer before his accident. All smiles, him handsome in his baseball uniform. She sure did miss those days.
Laylee had put on a dress before she came over and she sensed that Danny was looking at her legs and backside as she roamed through the room and she found herself purposely walking with a little stride as to prolong his view. At one point, she looked back at him and sure enough he was staring at her. She sighed seductively as she looked over her shoulder at his gorgeous blue eyes still staring almost absentmindedly at her rear-end.
"Excuse me, but now it's my turn to use the facilities," Laylee announced, pulling Danny from his thoughts.
"Okay," he said as he quickly diverted his stare.
Laylee went into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her, she realized she was an emotional mess. It had been so long since they had been together and he was just the way he had always been, so handsome and appealing. She dismissed those thoughts as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror wondering if he really did find her attractive and beautiful after all this time before she sat down on the toilet. Her eyes went back to the reflection in the mirror as she peed sitting down.
"Goodness," she sighed aloud to herself. "I'm really back with Danny!"
Laylee grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped herself off thoroughly, flushed, and then washed her hands. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw that Danny had gotten himself out of the wheelchair and was sitting on the side of his bed so she decided to down next to him. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"I'm really glad I came over tonight," she said.
"What took you so long?"
She sighed. "I was scared. And I wasn't sure how you would react."
"You thought I'd scream and yell and kick you out?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I didn't know what to think."
His face flushed when her lips touched his cheek again. He smiled and looked at her and she saw that his lips were so inviting that she pulled him close to her and kissed him deeply.
When it was over, both of them sat back stunned.
"I'm s-" she started to stammer but he put his finger up to her lips.
"Please don't apologize," he requested with a smile. "I liked that."
He suddenly grasped her arm and pulled her close to him. He initiated a kiss and Laylee was aware of him timidly sliding his hand up her left thigh. She didn't resist as she returned the kiss and she didn't say anything when his hand gently rolled across the globe of her bottom. Their kiss grew more fervent and Laylee gladly perpetuated the kiss some more as she pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him, helping him put his hands on her ass.
Joined at the lips, they lovingly petted one another as their tongues grew more adventurous. The kiss lasted for eons and Laylee was disappointed when he broke the kiss but the feelings of his tender touch on her warm skin more than made up for the absence of his lips on hers. She let him caress her breast as she stared down into his eyes.
"Have you ever been with a girl before?" She whispered.
"Not like this," he breathed back.
"I can get an erection with a little work," He revealed.
She smiled with both relief and anticipated excitement as Danny gently squeezed the soft mound of her chest and used his thumb to rub the little bud at the tip. His gentle caresses were making her head spin as she gently rubbed his chest and then she slid her hands down his torso and hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts. She kissed his belly as she gently slid his bottoms off of him. Her eyes lit up as she revealed more of him until his limp penis was exposed.
"You'll have to touch it," he explained with some embarrassment. "It won't do anything on its own anymore."
She felt her eyes water up again as she looked at his face and immediately understood all the pain, disappointment, loneliness, shame, and humiliation he had been through these last five years.
Danny thought she was hesitating and unsure and he sighed. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he said quietly. "I understand. Touching it is like touching a dead fish."
"Something could come out," he said.
Laylee leaned over and softly licked and kissed his soft organ until it slowly built up like a bicycle tire being pumped full of air. She slipped her lips tightly around his now ardent shaft and gently suckled his handicapped maleness until he erupted his warm liquid ecstasy into her mouth. She had never done that to a boy before.
Laylee lifted her head and they smiled at each other as she moved her body up to him again. She could see that there were tears in his eyes.
"It's okay, Baby," she whispered.
They kissed passionately again as he massaged her left side, caressing her as his hand moved lower down her body and their kisses grew heavier as he reached the smoldering volcano between her thighs and he gently rubbed her fiery mound. She placed her hand on his and paced his delicate touching.
Laylee's breath caught in her throat when Danny's hand found its way up under her dress and inside her panties and ultimately inside of her. He played around for a second and then he found her g-spot. Watching the pleasure on her face, he kept rubbing that spot and making her moan until her sweet lubrication covered his hand before he rubbed her aching rosebud with his pinky and thumbed her puckered gem.
"I want you so badly, Danny," Laylee groaned as she crawled further up his body.
"I'm not sure if that will work," he admitted sadly.
She lifted her dress up over her head and tossed it aside before quickly removing her bra and effortlessly pulling her panties down her legs before she straddled him naked now.
"Oh wow, Laylee, you're so beautiful," he almost sobbed.
She lowered herself onto his semi-limp maleness and rhythmically and gently
bounced for a few minutes until his injured organ stubbornly became stiff enough for her to put him inside her but it wouldn't stay strong enough to remain inside and he kept popping out of her.
"I'm so sorry, Laylee," Danny said with defeat.
"Shhh," she replied. "It's okay."
She helped him back in several times with her hand and with the combination of his semi-stiff penis and her fingers she was able to bring herself to climax and she collapsed limply onto his chest panting and coughing.
They lay like that kissing each other as Danny softly caressed her bare bottom. They hugged one another tightly and they both cried in each others arms.
"I'm glad you came over," he whispered once he pulled himself together.
"Can I come over again?" She asked hopefully.
"Whenever you want," he said with a smile, kissing her nose.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost midnight so she rolled off the bed and looked for her clothes knowing his parents would be home soon. She knew he was staring at her naked backside and she turned to him and smiled.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he assured her.
"And you're the most wonderful guy I've ever known," she replied as she dressed.
"Even if I'm broke-dicked?"
"I don't care about that stuff, Danny," she told him. "I care about you. Besides, I think we just proved that the sex can be pretty good whether or not you can stand up to piss or not."
He smiled and he let her put his underwear and shorts back on.
"I've always loved you," he whispered.
She wiped a tear away from her eye and smiled. "I've always loved you too."