The Coach's Wife CH. 03
Disclaimer: The Coach's Wife is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age and any resemblance to individuals, either living or dead, is purely coincidental. If you are offended by stories containing sexual content please do not continue.
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Chapter 3 A Game to Remember
Hey batter, batter, batter...hey batter, batter, batter...swing!
The chant went up, not only around the diamond, but in the stands as well, as a chorus of anxious parents and Rocket supporters voiced their loyalty.The first official game of the summer season was going in their favor, yet Bruce worried, as he always did, that the win was not in the bag.From one end of the dugout to the other, he paced, shouting directives and encouragement to his players.
Brent Winslow, a curveball-throwing marvel, stood at the mound, his shaggy hair billowing from beneath the rim of his cap.At his rear, a crew of faithful Rocket players had his back...and he knew it.They were all friends, both on and off the field, and they understood the value of trust and teamwork that was necessary to take a state title.
Eyeing the batter, he had at an even count of two ball and two strikes, Brent shook off the catchers first signal of a fastball and accepted the next, his specialty, the curveball.A subtle grin slowly replaced the stern look of concentration that had begun his stretch, and he cast a quick look at the Ranger player taking a conservative lead at first base.For an instant, he thought about checking the runner with a quick throw, but mentally declined, given the runners speed and the catchers blistering ability to throw to second base.Bringing the mitt to his face, as Brent always did, the pitcher finally kicked his left leg forward to complete his windup.In the same well-rehearsed motion, Brent whipped his right arm well behind his back and then launched the ball over his head and down the 60 feet to the catchers glove.
The ball spun clockwise on its axis and appeared headed for the batters left shoulder.Suddenly the Rangers coach began to shout, Curveball! Curveball!Yet, it was to no avail, as the batter flinched and backed away from the pitch at the very moment the balls threads magically gripped the air and spun it perfectly over the plate and into the catchers oversized glove.
Strike...thats three...youre outta there! the umpire shouted, bringing 50% of the fans to their feet.
Ella Albright was among the supporters that indulged in the celebration. https://momporns.top/ Good job, Brent, just a couple more.You got em.Keep it up!
Her breasts wobbled beneath a thin, lightweight sweater each time she brought her hands together to applaud her team.It was a rather innocuous event, which largely went unnoticed, except for the prying eyes of the Rockets shortstop.He had kept his eyes on the coachs wife for a good part of the game and was enjoying the action he knew was playing out beneath her top.Keeping his mind on the game had proven to be more of a chore than he had imagined.The woman, who insisted he call her mom, had awakened something in the young man that could not be put to rest.On two separate occasions, Ella had been the aggressor and drained Devons thick cock after some lusty play.It had now been five days since the last unloading and his balls were feeling the effects.
D...D...that makes one down, came a quick reminder from Devons right, as Jeff hollered at him.The gesture was gladly received and brought D back to the game.
Yeah...yeah.Okay guys, one down...just need two more.The shortstop shouted the same reminder to the rest of his team holding up a single finger to confirm the correct number of outs.If its on the ground take two...second and first, he affirmed in the next directive.We got this...we got this.
The Rangers had always been an easy win for the Rockets, but no game was ever a given.Today, with a one run lead, Bruce Albright was looking to secure their first win of the season.It would foster unity right out of the gates, and Albright knew nothing propels a team to success like a couple of solid wins to build morale and bolster team spirit.As a coach, Albright was second to none.He loved his players and sacrificed more hours than he should have, often leaving his little spitfire of a wife to her own devices.A problem that had played well for the coachs shortstop.
Jeff, hug the line.This guy hits to the left...watch him...watch him, Bruce yelled from the dugout.Devon, shift left a couple of feet.Thats it...perfect.
All eyes were now on #13 of the Rangers, a smartass name Sherill Anderson, who knew he could hit and didnt hold back letting everyone know.As he approached the batters box, he kicked clay from his metal cleats and spat on the ground.What you got for me, Brent? the batter teased.Give me one of those juicy curveballs.
Brent ignored the taunt, turning to give a thumbs up to each of the infielders.This guys toast, he predicted.Lets get both of these guys, he said, nodding to the runner still standing on first base.With that being said, the pitcher turned his attention to the obnoxious batter.
Again, Brent waved off the first signal...and the second...opting for a fastball.Going through his windup routine with a player on base, Brent brought the first hard fastball in high and tight, pushing the batter off his anchor and spinning him to the ground.A collective groan went up from the crowd, which was soon followed by applause when #13 got to his feet and indicated he had not been hit.Even Winslow was a bit surprised by the placement, hoping to catch the inside corner rather than brushing back the batter...but he did enjoy the players comical spill.
Come on, Brent...keep em over the plate, Bruce shouted to his pitcher.
Brent responded with a tip of his head to the dugout to acknowledge hed heard him.The second pitch was a lazy change-up that arced from mound to plate, leaving the batter laughing when it went in for a called ball.
That all you got?Came another taunting call from the batters box.Tying runs at first, Baby.
Suddenly from down the third base line, and very much out of nowhere, Jeff began to sing in a rather unfiltered, high-pitched, falsetto voice, Sherry, sherry baby, wont you get called out tonight.Immediately, the other players around the field joined in, drawing both cheers and muttered complaints from the crowd.Come on, Sherry.Give it to me, Jeff continued, pounding his fist into his timeworn leather glove.
Sherill scowled and gripped his bat intensely, choking up an inch, before stepping back into the box at home plate.The next pitch whistled past him, crossing the plate on the inside corner.Strike one! bellowed the ump.
The chant of hey batter batter began anew, as Brent rocked back and delivered another fastball on the outside corner.This time #13 was prepared, leveraging his weight and skill to bring the aluminum bat into alignment with the baseball.However, his timing was a bit slow and the meat of the bat missed its mark, causing the ball to connect near the bats tip.The resultant hit sputtered haphazardly toward the Rockets second baseman.
Suddenly, all the working parts of a well-trained infield were set into motion.Devon bolted toward the second base bag, his feet a blur beneath him, as the first baseman did the same to prepare for a quick throw.As for the other team, the Rangers base runner sprinted toward second while #13 bounded for first base.The crowd was alive with excitement, but above it all the screaming voice of Jeff Albright could be heard, Get two, get two!
In the few seconds it took the infielder to snare the grounder, a cataclysmic event had already been set into motion.The second baseman spun on his heels and rifled the ball to Devon, who was straddling the bag at second.The throw was perfectly aimed at the letters across the boys chest.Devon had executed the play hundreds times in practices and team play, but something about this one felt oddly different, even dangerous.In the midst of executing the double play, it swiftly became obvious what was wrong.
It was the base runner charging towards him.The boys legs appeared to be flailing out of control, just before he dropped into a clumsy, ill-timed slide.With one leg stretched out before him and the other bent, but angled much too high, the two young men collided at second base.As they did, Devon tried to get a throw off to first, but the placement was unsure.Instantly, pain replaced excitement, as the sliding players cleats clipped Devons ankle and lacerated his inner thigh and groin.
Silence gripped the ball diamond as both players struggled to untangle themselves.An agitated umpire stood over them, his thumb raised to indicate Devon had gotten the out at second.It wasnt until he noticed a growing red spot on the shortstops uniform that he called a quick timeout and motioned for the coaches to join him on the diamond.Help...we need first aid here...quickly!
Bruce was the first to arrive, followed by the Rangers coach.What the hell kind of slide was that? Bruce shouted, very much in the other mans face.
The coach at the receiving end of the tongue-lashing had little he could say, other than sorry.The slide had been dangerous, but whether or not it had been intentional was the bigger question.Bruce sidestepped the coach when the umpire took charge and began grilling both runner and his coach.
On the ground, Jeff cradled his best friends head while the assistant coach, Reed Winslow,tried to assess the injury.Its bad, Bruce...real bad.Weve got to get him to a hospital.Hes bleeding pretty good.
Get some pressure on it and...and... Coach Albright began, before he turned to face the stands and wave to Ella.Ella, Ella...get down here.
In no time, Mrs. Albright was on her knees talking with Devon, offering words of comfort.Probably just a scratch, she suggested, knowing the comment must have appeared ridiculous, given the amount of blood that continued to spread over the boys uniform.
Yeah, I just need s few minutes to get my head together, Devon suggested.Did we get the guy at first?Is the game over?
Nice try, D...but Im afraid your throw ended up in the dugout, Jeff confirmed.Well get them though.My mom and dad will get you some help.Dont you worry.
Ella, come on.Ill carry him to the car, and you get him to the hospital.Ill send Reed with you, Bruce ordered, picking Devon up and whisking him to the parking lot.Minutes later, the ballgame resumed and D found himself in an emergency room with his uniform in tatters and his balls, penis and thigh exposed to a doctor and attending nurse.
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Mrs. Albright...correct? the nurse on call queried.
Yes, thats right, Ella replied.
I understand youre Devons guardian for the summer.Have you spoken to his mother?
Ive just gotten off the phone with her and Ill call her again once were home and Ive got an idea of what his recovery will be like.She said shell come immediately if you feel its necessary.
Oh, I dont think thats the case.Weve got him sedated, a nurse said, directing Ella to where Devon was lightly snoring.We really didnt need to knock him out but he was so nervous about us checking out his equipment that we finally opted to put him under.He should start to perk up any minute now.
How bad is it?There seemed to be an awful lot of blood.
Weve seen worse...and hell be sore for a few weeks, but barring any unusual complications he should be playing baseball in no time.I dont think his mom needs to come unless shes worried and wants to dispel her concerns.
Great.Im sure shell be glad to hear that.
Perfect...okay, let me fill you in...The nurse that spoke was in her mid to late twenties; slim, blonde, and cute...but not a stunner.She had helped the doctor stitch up the young ballplayer and had been left with instructions to update the boys guardian.The cleat at the heel of the other boys shoe really did some damage to Devons thigh, she began, pointing to a large bandage that extended from just above Ds knee to his right hip.There are two lengthy abrasions and lacerations that took a dozen stitches each to repair.
That many? Ella asked, somewhat taken aback by the news.
Yes, Im afraid so...but the doctor is very good so Devon will hardly have any scars.The bandage is also bigger than it needs to be.This isnt all damaged, she confirmed, pointing out the actual dimensions of the lesions without removing the bandage.So, thats it for the lacerations.Now, there are some punctures we need to discuss.
Punctures?Youve got to be kidding?
The nurse smiled and shook her head, confirming there was more to come.Yep...hes got three perfectly stamped puncture wounds where the cleats came to rest, near his groin, on the upper thigh.Theyre about half an inch deep...and we had to give those each a couple of stitches, as well.
Poor D, Mrs. Albright moaned.Will there be much pain?
Im afraid so...at least for the first few days but hes young and will heal quickly.Okay, lets move to his penis and testicles.
Youve got to be kidding me...theres more?By now, Ella thought there must be a hidden camera and the hospital staff was filming for an edition of Candid Camera.
Again, the nurse patiently smiled, this time patting Ella on the shoulder.This part isnt near as bad but could lead to complications...so...Ill run through it slowly for you.
Thank you, Ella responded demurely.
No problem.Ask questions as you have them and dont be shy.Ive got brothers and I know how they feel about their penises.
The comment brought a refreshed smile to Ellas face and helped her relax.Fine...fill me in.
Okay then...weve covered the cleat at the heel, which did most of the damage, but the metal at the front of the shoe also marked him up some.As she spoke, the nurse lifted the hem of a hospital gown that was covering Ds groin, and invited Mrs. Albright to step forward for a better view.The shaft of his penis was covered in several layers of gauze but his balls hung freely.Yet, there was something odd about them as well.
Stitches there, too? Ella asked, her voice rising.
Thankfully, no.He does have a few scratches and scrapes that pretty much run the length of his...ah...ah...penis or shaft, I should say.The glans has been spared and theres no concern there.However, if he wasnt circumcised before...he is now.Suddenly, an awkward pause lingered for longer than it should have, and then the nurse continued, Just kidding.The joke did exactly what the blonde had hoped, lightening the mood and relieving some of Ellas angst.
A subdued laugh spilled from the Albright womans lips as she considered the funny assessment of the situation.Yet, she found her gaze roaming over Ds cock, and her thoughts meandering to an explicit image of the shaft thickening and the head blossoming, as shed seen before.Im sorry, could you repeat that again? she found herself asking.The part after the circumcision.
Yes, of course.The doctor has written an Rx for some antibiotic cream to be used three times daily on all of the lesions, both those with and without sutures.It should be applied liberally...and dont worry about running out.The doctor has authorized a couple of refills, which Im sure youll need.As well, theres an oral antibiotic and some pain killers.Just follow the directions on the bottles.
Right...right on his shaft, as youve indicated?
Yes, and the stitched areas too.Keep the areas clean.Weve shaved some but watch for ingrown hairs...and...and...oh, yes, he can have quick showers, but just in and out.Well need you and Devon to watch for any signs of redness, especially along the stitched lacerations.That may indicate infection setting in and well need to be notified right away.This is particularly true of the punctures.They are shorter but much deeper, so keep and eye out.
Certainly...will do.Does that about cover it?
Nope...Ive saved the best for last, the nurse uttered sarcastically.This may cause some uneasiness, but its critical.
More than weve already discussed? Ella asked, a very sheer bead of perspiration forming on her upper lip.
Remember...I mentioned his testicles, or rather, his testicle.The left one is fine.
And the right one is somehow damaged?
Drawing Ellas attention back to the boys groin, she gently took Ds right testicle between her thumb and three fingers and lifted it slightly.The action caused the shortstop to groan weakly and shift his weight ever so slightly.Do you see the discoloration here and here? she asked, pointing at the youths stretched scrotum and underlying ball.Ella nodded a hesitant confirmation.T
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Chapter 3 A Game to Remember
Hey batter, batter, batter...hey batter, batter, batter...swing!
The chant went up, not only around the diamond, but in the stands as well, as a chorus of anxious parents and Rocket supporters voiced their loyalty.The first official game of the summer season was going in their favor, yet Bruce worried, as he always did, that the win was not in the bag.From one end of the dugout to the other, he paced, shouting directives and encouragement to his players.
Brent Winslow, a curveball-throwing marvel, stood at the mound, his shaggy hair billowing from beneath the rim of his cap.At his rear, a crew of faithful Rocket players had his back...and he knew it.They were all friends, both on and off the field, and they understood the value of trust and teamwork that was necessary to take a state title.
Eyeing the batter, he had at an even count of two ball and two strikes, Brent shook off the catchers first signal of a fastball and accepted the next, his specialty, the curveball.A subtle grin slowly replaced the stern look of concentration that had begun his stretch, and he cast a quick look at the Ranger player taking a conservative lead at first base.For an instant, he thought about checking the runner with a quick throw, but mentally declined, given the runners speed and the catchers blistering ability to throw to second base.Bringing the mitt to his face, as Brent always did, the pitcher finally kicked his left leg forward to complete his windup.In the same well-rehearsed motion, Brent whipped his right arm well behind his back and then launched the ball over his head and down the 60 feet to the catchers glove.
The ball spun clockwise on its axis and appeared headed for the batters left shoulder.Suddenly the Rangers coach began to shout, Curveball! Curveball!Yet, it was to no avail, as the batter flinched and backed away from the pitch at the very moment the balls threads magically gripped the air and spun it perfectly over the plate and into the catchers oversized glove.
Strike...thats three...youre outta there! the umpire shouted, bringing 50% of the fans to their feet.
Ella Albright was among the supporters that indulged in the celebration. https://momporns.top/ Good job, Brent, just a couple more.You got em.Keep it up!
Her breasts wobbled beneath a thin, lightweight sweater each time she brought her hands together to applaud her team.It was a rather innocuous event, which largely went unnoticed, except for the prying eyes of the Rockets shortstop.He had kept his eyes on the coachs wife for a good part of the game and was enjoying the action he knew was playing out beneath her top.Keeping his mind on the game had proven to be more of a chore than he had imagined.The woman, who insisted he call her mom, had awakened something in the young man that could not be put to rest.On two separate occasions, Ella had been the aggressor and drained Devons thick cock after some lusty play.It had now been five days since the last unloading and his balls were feeling the effects.
D...D...that makes one down, came a quick reminder from Devons right, as Jeff hollered at him.The gesture was gladly received and brought D back to the game.
Yeah...yeah.Okay guys, one down...just need two more.The shortstop shouted the same reminder to the rest of his team holding up a single finger to confirm the correct number of outs.If its on the ground take two...second and first, he affirmed in the next directive.We got this...we got this.
The Rangers had always been an easy win for the Rockets, but no game was ever a given.Today, with a one run lead, Bruce Albright was looking to secure their first win of the season.It would foster unity right out of the gates, and Albright knew nothing propels a team to success like a couple of solid wins to build morale and bolster team spirit.As a coach, Albright was second to none.He loved his players and sacrificed more hours than he should have, often leaving his little spitfire of a wife to her own devices.A problem that had played well for the coachs shortstop.
Jeff, hug the line.This guy hits to the left...watch him...watch him, Bruce yelled from the dugout.Devon, shift left a couple of feet.Thats it...perfect.
All eyes were now on #13 of the Rangers, a smartass name Sherill Anderson, who knew he could hit and didnt hold back letting everyone know.As he approached the batters box, he kicked clay from his metal cleats and spat on the ground.What you got for me, Brent? the batter teased.Give me one of those juicy curveballs.
Brent ignored the taunt, turning to give a thumbs up to each of the infielders.This guys toast, he predicted.Lets get both of these guys, he said, nodding to the runner still standing on first base.With that being said, the pitcher turned his attention to the obnoxious batter.
Again, Brent waved off the first signal...and the second...opting for a fastball.Going through his windup routine with a player on base, Brent brought the first hard fastball in high and tight, pushing the batter off his anchor and spinning him to the ground.A collective groan went up from the crowd, which was soon followed by applause when #13 got to his feet and indicated he had not been hit.Even Winslow was a bit surprised by the placement, hoping to catch the inside corner rather than brushing back the batter...but he did enjoy the players comical spill.
Come on, Brent...keep em over the plate, Bruce shouted to his pitcher.
Brent responded with a tip of his head to the dugout to acknowledge hed heard him.The second pitch was a lazy change-up that arced from mound to plate, leaving the batter laughing when it went in for a called ball.
That all you got?Came another taunting call from the batters box.Tying runs at first, Baby.
Suddenly from down the third base line, and very much out of nowhere, Jeff began to sing in a rather unfiltered, high-pitched, falsetto voice, Sherry, sherry baby, wont you get called out tonight.Immediately, the other players around the field joined in, drawing both cheers and muttered complaints from the crowd.Come on, Sherry.Give it to me, Jeff continued, pounding his fist into his timeworn leather glove.
Sherill scowled and gripped his bat intensely, choking up an inch, before stepping back into the box at home plate.The next pitch whistled past him, crossing the plate on the inside corner.Strike one! bellowed the ump.
The chant of hey batter batter began anew, as Brent rocked back and delivered another fastball on the outside corner.This time #13 was prepared, leveraging his weight and skill to bring the aluminum bat into alignment with the baseball.However, his timing was a bit slow and the meat of the bat missed its mark, causing the ball to connect near the bats tip.The resultant hit sputtered haphazardly toward the Rockets second baseman.
Suddenly, all the working parts of a well-trained infield were set into motion.Devon bolted toward the second base bag, his feet a blur beneath him, as the first baseman did the same to prepare for a quick throw.As for the other team, the Rangers base runner sprinted toward second while #13 bounded for first base.The crowd was alive with excitement, but above it all the screaming voice of Jeff Albright could be heard, Get two, get two!
In the few seconds it took the infielder to snare the grounder, a cataclysmic event had already been set into motion.The second baseman spun on his heels and rifled the ball to Devon, who was straddling the bag at second.The throw was perfectly aimed at the letters across the boys chest.Devon had executed the play hundreds times in practices and team play, but something about this one felt oddly different, even dangerous.In the midst of executing the double play, it swiftly became obvious what was wrong.
It was the base runner charging towards him.The boys legs appeared to be flailing out of control, just before he dropped into a clumsy, ill-timed slide.With one leg stretched out before him and the other bent, but angled much too high, the two young men collided at second base.As they did, Devon tried to get a throw off to first, but the placement was unsure.Instantly, pain replaced excitement, as the sliding players cleats clipped Devons ankle and lacerated his inner thigh and groin.
Silence gripped the ball diamond as both players struggled to untangle themselves.An agitated umpire stood over them, his thumb raised to indicate Devon had gotten the out at second.It wasnt until he noticed a growing red spot on the shortstops uniform that he called a quick timeout and motioned for the coaches to join him on the diamond.Help...we need first aid here...quickly!
Bruce was the first to arrive, followed by the Rangers coach.What the hell kind of slide was that? Bruce shouted, very much in the other mans face.
The coach at the receiving end of the tongue-lashing had little he could say, other than sorry.The slide had been dangerous, but whether or not it had been intentional was the bigger question.Bruce sidestepped the coach when the umpire took charge and began grilling both runner and his coach.
On the ground, Jeff cradled his best friends head while the assistant coach, Reed Winslow,tried to assess the injury.Its bad, Bruce...real bad.Weve got to get him to a hospital.Hes bleeding pretty good.
Get some pressure on it and...and... Coach Albright began, before he turned to face the stands and wave to Ella.Ella, Ella...get down here.
In no time, Mrs. Albright was on her knees talking with Devon, offering words of comfort.Probably just a scratch, she suggested, knowing the comment must have appeared ridiculous, given the amount of blood that continued to spread over the boys uniform.
Yeah, I just need s few minutes to get my head together, Devon suggested.Did we get the guy at first?Is the game over?
Nice try, D...but Im afraid your throw ended up in the dugout, Jeff confirmed.Well get them though.My mom and dad will get you some help.Dont you worry.
Ella, come on.Ill carry him to the car, and you get him to the hospital.Ill send Reed with you, Bruce ordered, picking Devon up and whisking him to the parking lot.Minutes later, the ballgame resumed and D found himself in an emergency room with his uniform in tatters and his balls, penis and thigh exposed to a doctor and attending nurse.
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Mrs. Albright...correct? the nurse on call queried.
Yes, thats right, Ella replied.
I understand youre Devons guardian for the summer.Have you spoken to his mother?
Ive just gotten off the phone with her and Ill call her again once were home and Ive got an idea of what his recovery will be like.She said shell come immediately if you feel its necessary.
Oh, I dont think thats the case.Weve got him sedated, a nurse said, directing Ella to where Devon was lightly snoring.We really didnt need to knock him out but he was so nervous about us checking out his equipment that we finally opted to put him under.He should start to perk up any minute now.
How bad is it?There seemed to be an awful lot of blood.
Weve seen worse...and hell be sore for a few weeks, but barring any unusual complications he should be playing baseball in no time.I dont think his mom needs to come unless shes worried and wants to dispel her concerns.
Great.Im sure shell be glad to hear that.
Perfect...okay, let me fill you in...The nurse that spoke was in her mid to late twenties; slim, blonde, and cute...but not a stunner.She had helped the doctor stitch up the young ballplayer and had been left with instructions to update the boys guardian.The cleat at the heel of the other boys shoe really did some damage to Devons thigh, she began, pointing to a large bandage that extended from just above Ds knee to his right hip.There are two lengthy abrasions and lacerations that took a dozen stitches each to repair.
That many? Ella asked, somewhat taken aback by the news.
Yes, Im afraid so...but the doctor is very good so Devon will hardly have any scars.The bandage is also bigger than it needs to be.This isnt all damaged, she confirmed, pointing out the actual dimensions of the lesions without removing the bandage.So, thats it for the lacerations.Now, there are some punctures we need to discuss.
Punctures?Youve got to be kidding?
The nurse smiled and shook her head, confirming there was more to come.Yep...hes got three perfectly stamped puncture wounds where the cleats came to rest, near his groin, on the upper thigh.Theyre about half an inch deep...and we had to give those each a couple of stitches, as well.
Poor D, Mrs. Albright moaned.Will there be much pain?
Im afraid so...at least for the first few days but hes young and will heal quickly.Okay, lets move to his penis and testicles.
Youve got to be kidding me...theres more?By now, Ella thought there must be a hidden camera and the hospital staff was filming for an edition of Candid Camera.
Again, the nurse patiently smiled, this time patting Ella on the shoulder.This part isnt near as bad but could lead to complications...so...Ill run through it slowly for you.
Thank you, Ella responded demurely.
No problem.Ask questions as you have them and dont be shy.Ive got brothers and I know how they feel about their penises.
The comment brought a refreshed smile to Ellas face and helped her relax.Fine...fill me in.
Okay then...weve covered the cleat at the heel, which did most of the damage, but the metal at the front of the shoe also marked him up some.As she spoke, the nurse lifted the hem of a hospital gown that was covering Ds groin, and invited Mrs. Albright to step forward for a better view.The shaft of his penis was covered in several layers of gauze but his balls hung freely.Yet, there was something odd about them as well.
Stitches there, too? Ella asked, her voice rising.
Thankfully, no.He does have a few scratches and scrapes that pretty much run the length of his...ah...ah...penis or shaft, I should say.The glans has been spared and theres no concern there.However, if he wasnt circumcised before...he is now.Suddenly, an awkward pause lingered for longer than it should have, and then the nurse continued, Just kidding.The joke did exactly what the blonde had hoped, lightening the mood and relieving some of Ellas angst.
A subdued laugh spilled from the Albright womans lips as she considered the funny assessment of the situation.Yet, she found her gaze roaming over Ds cock, and her thoughts meandering to an explicit image of the shaft thickening and the head blossoming, as shed seen before.Im sorry, could you repeat that again? she found herself asking.The part after the circumcision.
Yes, of course.The doctor has written an Rx for some antibiotic cream to be used three times daily on all of the lesions, both those with and without sutures.It should be applied liberally...and dont worry about running out.The doctor has authorized a couple of refills, which Im sure youll need.As well, theres an oral antibiotic and some pain killers.Just follow the directions on the bottles.
Right...right on his shaft, as youve indicated?
Yes, and the stitched areas too.Keep the areas clean.Weve shaved some but watch for ingrown hairs...and...and...oh, yes, he can have quick showers, but just in and out.Well need you and Devon to watch for any signs of redness, especially along the stitched lacerations.That may indicate infection setting in and well need to be notified right away.This is particularly true of the punctures.They are shorter but much deeper, so keep and eye out.
Certainly...will do.Does that about cover it?
Nope...Ive saved the best for last, the nurse uttered sarcastically.This may cause some uneasiness, but its critical.
More than weve already discussed? Ella asked, a very sheer bead of perspiration forming on her upper lip.
Remember...I mentioned his testicles, or rather, his testicle.The left one is fine.
And the right one is somehow damaged?
Drawing Ellas attention back to the boys groin, she gently took Ds right testicle between her thumb and three fingers and lifted it slightly.The action caused the shortstop to groan weakly and shift his weight ever so slightly.Do you see the discoloration here and here? she asked, pointing at the youths stretched scrotum and underlying ball.Ella nodded a hesitant confirmation.T
