"Cate A Care Giver Providing Real Care" by Elizabeth Thorn (Novelette)

Genre:  Erotica Romance

Type of Short Story:  Novelette

Summary:  Cate, a care giver, learns a very new definition of taking care of a patient who is paralysed from the neck down.

One that she has to balance with the moral obligations that she has as a married woman.

Slowly but steadily she reaches the point of no return.

How will her husband respond once he finds out what she's been doing on the job?

Excerpt:

In order to distract herself from her sexual frustrations and the heartache that came with them, she gave her best to her role as a loving wife, minus the physical aspects, mother and care giver. Instead of indulging in the passionate sex she longed for, she worked out her frustrations by visiting the gym three times a week; visits that helped to preserve the seductive figure Mother Nature had provided her with. At five feet nine inches tall and with a well-proportioned ass and large breasts, she knew she was still a very attractive woman. Her light blonde hair that shone healthily, the ends just skimming her shoulders and her bright green eyes in combination with a perfect smile still made plenty of men, and some women too, turn their heads. At thirty-eight though, she was starting to feel like an old spinster thanks to the sexless affair that her marriage had become. She tried not think of it though, hoping that with time, her wounds would heal. Hopefully before her refusal to have sex would ruin her marriage.

Today she had a new customer, a man in his twenties, paralyzed from the neck down; she was looking forward to getting to know him. Her work gave her a great sense of accomplishment and pride; it made her feel as though she actually made a difference in the lives of others. Personally, she could not think of a more fulfilling way to spend her time.

The fact that her new client lived in one of the best areas in town told her that he or his family had serious money. Good, she thought, that means they can afford many hours of care; she hated it when money turned into a reason for cutting short the care that she knew was needed and wanted to provide, but couldn’t because they couldn’t afford to pay the hours. Quite often she ended up giving more than she was paid for, but she knew her pro bono activities did cut into her own paycheck and cost her family money that they could very well use themselves.

During her introduction with Abel, his parents had been present and she felt they had all gotten along marvelously. There was an instant rapport of mutual trust and like between them. Afterwards, the family had trusted her with the keys to his condo, a place large enough to house a family, and told her to contact her if ever she needed them. She was to watch over him, bathe him, feed him, and keep him company from eight am until four pm; there were two other care givers who each took care of him during 8 hour slots each.

“How are we doing, Abel?” she said cheerfully, genuinely feeling good today.

One look told her the young man felt down and she decided to try and cheer him up.

“Is there anything you’d like to do?”

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