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"Nimrod." Karen said a whisper.
"Yes, Karen."
"I think I'm ready to go to bed."
He found his pulse beating faster. "Tell me what to do."
"Unplug my wheelchair first."
Nim went to the rear of the chair and did so. The power cord retracted into a housing as the battery on the chair took over.
A sudden smile of mischief flashed across Karen's face. "Follow me!"
Using the electric wheelchair's blow-sip tube control, and with a speed and dexterity which amazed him, Karen maneuvered herself from the living room, down a small hallway, and into a bedroom. There was a single bed,
neatly turned down. Beside it a low-wattage light burned dimly. Karen swung her chair so it was at the foot of the bed, facing away.
:'There!" She looked at Nim expectantly.
'All right. What next?"
"You lift me out of the chair, then just pivot-the way you would if ,on were playing golf-and put me on the bed. When Josie does it we use a body sling that winds up like a crane. But you're strong, Nimrod. You can lift
me in your arms."
He did so, gently but surely, aware of the warm softness of her body, and afterward followed instructions which Karen gave him about her breathing apparatus. He switched on a small Bantam respirator already at the
bedside; at once he could hear it cycling-a dial showed fifteen pounds of pressure; the rate was eighteen breaths a minute. He put a tube from the respirator into Karen's mouth; as she began breathing the pressure
went to thirty. Now she could dispense with the pneumobelt she had been wearing beneath her clothes.
"Later," Karen said, "I'll ask you to put a chest respirator on me. Not yet, though."
She was horizontal on the bed, her long hair spread over the pillow. The sight, Nim thought, would have excited Botticelli.
He asked, "What do I do now?"
"Next . , ." she said, and in the soft, dim light lie saw a blush bloom again on her cheeks. "Next, Nimrod, you undress me."
Karen's eyes were partly closed. Nim's hands were shaking and he wondered if what he thought was happening could be true. Not long ago, he remembered, he had told himself that falling in love with Karen would involve love without sex-in contrast to sex without love which he bad experienced so often before. Was he wrong? With Karen could there conceivably be love and sex? But if it happened, surely he would be despicable, taking brutish advantage of her helplessness. Could he? Should he? The ethical issues seemed a nightmare tangle of unanswered questions, a moral labyrinth.
He had unbuttoned Karen's blouse. Now be raised her shoulders while he eased it from her arms. She wore no brassiere. Her small breasts were superbly shaped, the tiny nipples slightly raised.
"Touch me, Nimrod." It was a soft command. Responding, be moved his hands lightly over her breasts, his fingertips caressing, then knelt and kissed them. At once he felt her nipples harden.
Karen murmured, "Oh, that's wonderful!"
A moment later she told him, "The skirt unfastens on the left side."
Still gentle, he unbuttoned and removed it.
When Karen was naked, doubts and anxiety still plagued him. But be moved his bands, slowly and with skillful sensuality, as he knew by now she wanted. Soft murmurings made her pleasure clear. After a while she
whispered, "I want to tell you something."
He whispered back, "I'm listening." "I'm not a virgin. There was a boy it happened when I was fifteen, just before I . . ." She stopped, and he saw that tears were rolling down her cheeks.
"Karen, don't!"
She shook her bead. "I want to tell you. Because I want you to know there hasn't been anyone else in all those years; no one, between then –and you."
He waited, letting the purport of what she bad said sink in before be asked, "Are you telling me . . . ?"
"I want you, Nimrod. All the way. Now!"
"Ob Christ!" Nim breathed the words, aware that his own desiresnever difficult to unleash-were making themselves known in urgent terms. Then he threw the complex equations overboard and started taking off his
clothes.
Nim had wondered, like others he supposed, bow it would be for an unimpaired man to make sexual love to a quadriplegic woman. Would someone like Karen be totally passive? Would the man make all the effort,
obtaining no response? And in the end would there be pleasure for one,or both, or neither?
He was discovering the answers, and all were unexpected.
Karen was demanding, responsive, exciting, satisfying.
Yes, in one sense she was passive. Her body, other than her head was unable to move. Yet Nim could feel the effect of their lovemaking transmitting itself through her skin, vagina, breasts, and most of all her passionate cries and kisses. It was not, he thought in a flash of whimsy, at all like having sex with a mannequin, as some might suppose. Nor was the pleasure brief. It was prolonged, as if neither wanted it to end. He had a
sense, over and over, of glorious eroticism, of floating and soaring, of joy and loving, until at last, as always, the ending came: Attainment of a summit; climax of a symphony; the zenith of a dream. And for them both.
Could a quadriplegic woman have an orgasm? Emphatically, yes!
And afterward . . . once more . . . a return to tenderness and kindly loving.
Nirn lay still, carefully considerate of Karen, blissful, spent. He won- dered wbat she was thinking and if, in the aftermath, she had regrets.
As if telepathy had delivered both questions, Karen stirred. She said drowsily but happily, "Nimrod, a mighty hunter of the Lord." Then: "Thisday has been the best in all my life."
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