Ollie awoke one morning to discover Patty sitting in the easy chair. Her hair was wet and he figured she'd just taken a shower from her morning jog.
"Something wrong?" Ollie worried.
"No," Patty said. "I'll get your breakfast in a minute."
"Okay," Ollie said.
"I was just thinking about what I did to Irving."
"A kid I used to babysit back in high school," she said. "I was a pretty good babysitter."
"What did you do to Irving?"
"He was sort of a special needs kid. Maybe twelve or thirteen. I was sixteen. He was hyperactive and I had the knack for keeping him calm and collected most of the time even though he could be difficult – obnoxious, rude, tough guy stuff."
"What did you do to Irving?" Ollie asked again.
"He started getting inappropriate with his comments and behavior," she revealed. "He never said anything about my weight because I think he understood that we were both special needs in our own ways but he was becoming sexually curious and confused. He'd make comments about my chest. Ask to see my boobs. I was able to redirect him the first few times but it escalated. He poked me in my breast a few times. Grabbed my backside once."
"What did you do?"
"I shouldn't have done anything," Patty sighed. "Except quit."
"What did you do to Irving?" Ollie asked for a third time.
"I stripped him naked and threw him out in the back yard, locking all the doors behind him," Patty revealed. "I wanted to humiliate him."
Ollie looked at her with surprise.
"I know," she groaned, her face red. "In an instant of bitter resentment and anger, I became the very bully I so loathed. I let him back in after a few moments but the damage had already been done and I couldn't take it back. Luckily for me, he didn't tell on me and I quit that job but I still feel terrible about what I did."
"Why are you telling me this now for?" Ollie asked.
"Because all of us can be defined and marked by one mistake we made in our life but that doesn't really describe who we are as a person," Patty said. "I saw you as a hypocritical turd who walked on water even though you treated me like shit, but now that I've gotten to know you, I realize all the good you really have done in your life and I know it was wrong of me to judge you totally on one mistake."
"And it would be wrong for me to do the same to you," Ollie replied.
"Thanks," Patty smiled as she stood. "That's been on my mind for a while now."
"You didn't have to tell me," Ollie said.
"I'm glad I did," Patty said as she left the room.
Ollie realized that the only time he felt reasonably cheerful about anything was when Patty was with him. He had gotten used to her light perfume that filled the house with a lovely aroma. He looked forward to seeing her whenever she came into the room. He liked listening to her hum when she was elsewhere in the house. Sometimes, in the morning when she came in to get him up for the day, her hair was still wet from her after jog shower and when she leaned over he'd smell the scent of the shampoo she used in her hair. Sometimes she wore V-Neck Scrub tops and if she leaned over in just the right way he could steal glimpses of her breasts.
The first time this happened Ollie felt perverted and juvenile but he had so few thrills and excitements in his life that eventually he made it his own personal little game of trying to sneak a peek without getting caught. There were a couple of times when Patty was lifting him from the bed when her breasts accidently rubbed against him and on one occasion Ollie's penis went hard, embarrassing both of them.
"Well, at least I know you like me," Patty deadpanned in an attempt to dismiss the moment and neither commented further.
A week or so later, however, the same thing happened, this time when Patty was giving Ollie a sponge bath and his lower region was exposed. An embarrassed Ollie attempted to squeeze his legs together to hide his erection but, to his surprise, Patty slipped her hand between his legs and popped his rod out, giving it a gentle rub while looking Ollie in the eyes.
"I know how difficult it's been for you," she said with sympathy. "I bet you've been wondering about your sexual capabilities after the accident."
"Sometimes I don't even care if I never walk again as long as I'm able to have sex," Ollie admitted.
"It's a natural thought process," Patty said. "But aren't you still looking for the perfect Catholic girl?"
"I think I found her," Ollie confessed.
Patty still had her hand on his member. "I told you. I lapsed."
"Maybe I can get you to come back," Ollie said hopefully.
Patty smiled and leaned over the bed giving him a kiss. "Maybe you can," she said. "Be with me," Ollie whispered longingly.
Patty removed her scrubs and slipped into the bed naked next to him. "In perpetuity," she promised.