I still had a hard time believing she was there in front of me and then it hit me. What should have been a night of passion was going to be a night of Wendy sitting next to the bed comforting me. Not the best substitute.
My face must have showed my disappointment. “David,” Wendy said with concern, “I was only joking, I know you weren’t really hiding.”
“I know,” I answered, “it’s just that…” It was hard to say what I was feeling without offending her.
Wendy smiled. “You were looking forward to something more intimate right, not just my care, my concern and my company?”
“Well I guess…” I was not sure how to agree with her.
“So was I David,” she said, “but for now tell me what happened.”
“Car accident,” I explained, “in fact my car was hit by a truck.”
“Not one of yours?” Wendy asked, a smile creeping onto her face. “You must be a pretty hard boss.”
“No actually,” the smile was infectious, “one of my competitors.”
“It wasn’t…” Wendy had stopped smiling and I could see she was concerned.
“No it wasn’t deliberate,” I was still smiling, “Andy, the owner of the company concerned, is a good mate of mine and I am really looking forward to his phone call because I am going to give him absolute shit.”
“Oh, right,” Wendy was obviously a bit confused with the Australian business ethic, “so how bad is it?”
“I don’t know for sure yet,” I replied, “There are broken bones in the foot and ankle but they can’t find out the full story on the rest until the bruising reduces. I’m lying here in temporary plaster waiting for the swelling to go down.”
“I’d better go away then,” Wendy smiled again, “because I seem to be making the swelling increase.”
I looked down and sure enough there was a tent in my bed. Again. I hadn’t even noticed.
“Oh I’m sorry.” I was embarrassed.
“Don’t be,” said Wendy with a smile, “I’m not.” She reached over and put her hand around my cock through the sheet.
With his usual perfect timing Andy chose that moment not to phone but to walk through the door.
“Wow,” said Andy seeing Wendy grabbing my cock and looking at her from behind. He was seeing what I was later to find was the tops of her white stockings and garters, “how do I get hurt enough to get into this hospital?”
“Easy,” I answered as Wendy jumped back going very red, “Just talk to your drivers.”
Andy suddenly got serious. “Dave,” he said, “I just want you to know…”
“Don’t sweat it Andy,” I interrupted, “I know it was an accident and those cops he hit are going to make his life hell anyway.”
“Yes,” Andy said, “but you are still stuck in here away from your business…”
“The business runs fine without me Andy.” I replied.
“Your car…” Andy said.
“Insured.” I answered.
“Your leg…” Andy said.
“Will heal.” I answered.
“But you are stuck in here…” Andy was feeling pretty guilty I think.
“With Wendy.” I answered. Wendy looked like she was trying to hide, not be the center of attention. “Andy meet Wendy, Wendy meet Andy. Wendy is a good friend from way back.”
“With friends like that we all need enemas.” Said Andy, finally showing a bit of his weird sense of humor. “Pleased to meet you Wendy.”
“Hello Andy,” Wendy was still unsure, “this really isn’t what it looks like.”
“Then I’m sorry for Dave,” he replied, “it looked like something pretty damn good to me.”
“Me too.” I added.
“Dave,” Andy was getting very serious again, “I need to do something, pay something, anything to say sorry.”
I thought for a moment. “All right Andy, you really want to say sorry?”
“I do.” Andy said.
“Then this year on the race car, write “Don’t hit David’s trucks” across the back window.” I said.
“Oh boy.” Andy was stunned. He ran a privateer V8 Holden in the Bathurst endurance race every year and major sponsorship on those cars was impossible without a huge outlay.
“You don’t have to.” I said smiling.
“No,” said Andy, “you’re right, it needs to be something major, and I’ll do it.”
We shook hands. “The occasional free beer won’t go astray either.” I told him.
“Now you’re pushing it.” Andy said, obviously relieved to be able to promise something serious.
Andy said an awkward farewell to me and a lecherous farewell to Wendy and left.
Alone with Wendy again I knew I had to say what was on my mind.
“Wendy?”
“David?”
“How long this time?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know.”
She thought for a minute.
“Two answers,” Wendy said carefully, “I leave Sydney to return to America tomorrow morning…”
“You don’t have to…” I started with desperation creeping into my voice.
“I do.” Wendy was firm. “You read that letter,” pointing at the folded paper on the bedside table, “and I can’t tell you how important it is, but it really is.”
“One night.” I said resentfully.
“It should be none.” Wendy was again firm. “I am placing you and me both at enormous risk by being here but I made a promise and I will keep it.”
“What risk?” I asked carefully.
“There are people who want to hurt me,” Wendy was not joking, “and if they knew about you they could use you that end.”
“Wendy,” I said, “I am not without influence, I have plenty of money, let me take care of these people and then of you.”