The Breaking Point

Summary: Turned the corner for Gil’s pneumonia and back to another try at physio. Noreen and Olivia are settled in the Grissom Townhouse. The CSIs come for a visit and LVPD shows up in force. How will Grissom cope? In NYC, Sara is hard at work juggling Forensics seminar, holistic seminars and courses in Yoga, Massage therapy, Holistic diet, acupressure massage and introduction to tantric massage.

A/N: Thoughts will be done in Bold Italic or []. Signing will be shown as: /*Calm down*/; Gaelic: (“…“).

Chapter 15a: Across the Continental Divide

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grissom’s Townhouse ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dr. Max was still smiling when Noreen woke up. “Dr. Max, how is Dr. Grissom today?”

“Noreen, I think we’ve turned the corner. He’s much better this morning. I’m going home to sleep. If you need me call me. Just keep giving the medications as prescribed. Say good-bye to Mrs. Grissom for me.”

Noreen walked out to the kitchen to prepare some tea for all three of them. There was a soft knock at the door. [Maybe Dr. Max forgot something…] She checked the peephole. Captain Brass stood there with a bag of Krispy Kreme donuts. [How did that man know my one weakness?] “Captain Brass, good morning. Come in. Did my nephew tell you about my weakness for Krispy Kreme donuts? We were going to have some tea I can make you some coffee?”

“That would be wonderful, Noreen. Yes Aron is the guilty party. I am here to warn you that I am the first of many visitors. His friends are anxious to see him. There is a long list of other people who want to come and pay their respects and offer help. Noreen I know Grissom is a very private man. He’s been my friend for many years and all I have seen is the kitchen, the bathroom and the living room in his house. But he needs to accept these visits as best he can. People have been waiting a long time to thank him.”

“Well hello Captain Brass.”

“Hello Mrs. Grissom. I was talking to Noreen about the world about to descend on his doorstep.”

“Well Gil is much better today. Visitors…mmmmmh. I think his colleagues from the lab one at a time can come after lunch or later this evening depending on their work schedules would be alright. He’s still sleeping right now. We had a very rough time last night. But yes the people from the lab can come this evening. We will see how that goes before I decide on other visitors. But the LVPD people can start coming over tomorrow. I need to make arrangements for Gil’s physiotherapy. We need to start that again.”

“Ok I’ll let Catherine and the guys know. They’ll call before they come over”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ritz Carleton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been almost two weeks since she had come to New York. She realized that this weekend was Labor Day Weekend. No seminars to attend. A small seed was planted in her brain. [Is it possible…could I do that? He gave me carte blanche. I’m going to check the airline schedules…she loved this Internet II it was so much faster and more comprehensive…She found a flight to Vegas Friday night and she could fly back Monday night…I will be exhausted but what a surprise for Gil…]She made all the arrangements.

Sarah joined her for breakfast and Sara told her she was going to fly back to Vegas for the Labor Day weekend. Sarah was pleased and excited for her friend.

“You will have to work twice as hard when you come back, Sara.”

“I know…I know. Don’t you think I should go?”

“Sara I think this will really perk Gil up. I think it’s a good idea. I’m just mad I didn’t think of it myself. Hey, I’m a going to teach you some massage techniques for your weekend trip. A little taste perhaps for your Dr. Grissom.”

Both the women began to laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grissom Townhouse ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grissom slept for a few more hours. Noreen and Olivia checked on him every hour or so. Noreen had been making some nourishing stew for lunch. Around 1130 am noises began drifting into the kitchen from the master suite. Olivia went in to check on her son who was beginning to wake up.

“Gil dear, Gil would you like something to eat?”

“Mmmm…Mom…eat…Noreen cooking? Yes, I’d like some lunch.”

“Good you really need to eat to get your strength back.”

“Yes mom.”

Olivia went to the kitchen where Noreen just finished fixing a tray for Gil. Olivia carried the tray back into her son’s bedroom. She sat quietly while she watched him slowly eat his lunch. It took quite a while since Gil had to stop every two or three spoonfuls to rest; finally though he finished his broth. Gil leaned back on his pillows, relaxing. “Did Sara call yet?”

“Not yet…I’m sure she will. Now we have to talk about something else. Catherine and your colleagues want to come see you.”

Gil frowned. “I…”

“Gil, I know you don’t like to be fussed over and I know that you don’t often have guests but Gil I really think you need to do this. You need to start opening up a little especially to the people who care for you. You started with Sara. Now be gracious and let others at least pay their respects. It is the polite thing to do. You were always a gentleman, Gil.”

Olivia sat watching her son as he thought about her words. He knew she was right. But that didn’t make the thought anymore palatable. He hadn’t really talked to anyone from the lab besides Sara and Ecklie for quite a while. He did miss them he decided. [It would be nice to talk about something other than medical treatments and pain for a while. It would be nice not to be checked on and poked and prodded. It might be nice to see Greg. He was annoying at times but he does make me laugh. Maybe Warrick and Nick would play some cards with him.] Olivia saw a small smile gradually grow on her son’s face.

“Ok Mom. But only because I am a gentleman and because I am bored out of my skull.”

“So it is okay Gil. I am so glad. Noreen and I have prepared some food for everyone as well as tea and coffee.”

“You knew I would give in, Mom!”

“Gil, I am your mother. I know you would do anything to keep ennui away. And you are a gentleman. Now Noreen is going to help you shower. They installed grab bars while you were in the hospital. Don’t worry I supervised. Noreen, come and help Gil get his shower.”

[Women…Someday…] Gil didn’t have a chance for any more thoughts as Noreen came into the room with towels and a robe and that look on her face.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ritz Carleton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sara sat with Sarah in her hotel room. They had just finished watching a DVD that Sarah had made on the techniques of tantric massage.

“Wow Will I be able to do that? Who were the people in the DVD, Sarah?”

“That was I and my husband Brad. I don’t often show this to people but I wanted to share with you. Now remember the big trunk the bellman brought up earlier. Well this is what we will practice on.” As she was talking she opened the trunk and motioned for Sara to help her pull the “practice dummy” from the trunk.

“This is an anatomically correct manikin with real hair and all the correct equipment. The penis and scrotum are interchangeable with larger or smaller set. Do you think that this manikin approximates your Gil?”

“Well Gil’s chest is broader and more muscular. He does have the cutest tush from what I have seen of it. God his forearms they are so well muscled. When he holds me I feel safe. I am making myself hot. We haven’t been intimate yet. We have had some pretty hot make out sessions. That man can kiss. I haven’t seen his ‘package’. But I have some idea on the size based on our make out sessions and from gossip from guys who have seen him in the shower. I would say much more endowed that the manikin’s current ‘package’.” Sara was not quite used to being so up front about this subject.

Sarah opened a small metallic case similar to the ones used by the CSIs. There in molded foam were several sets of erect and flaccid male genitalia in increasing sizes from four inches to ten inches. Sarah reached over to the manikin, grabbed the penis and pulled. It came out with a large pop. Sara began to giggle. Sarah returned this set to the case.

“So Sara what would you say for flaccid length…flaccid girth…for erect length…erect girth?”

“Well my best guestimates based on all my information would be maybe 6-7 inches when flaccid and maybe 4 inches in girth and 9 inches length and 5-6 girth erect. And the comments said his sack was quite large above normal.” Sara was blushing now and giggling, too.

“My, Sara you are in for a treat.” Sarah thought for a moment and pulled out the nearest approximation to Sara’s description. She pushed the flaccid set of genitalia into the manikin.

“Ok let’s settle our ‘John’ on the bed and we can get started.” With a lot of grunting and as much muscle as they could gather they still weren’t able to get ‘John’ onto the bed. “We will have to get some bellmen up here to help us.”

“Ok Sarah…” Sara dialed the special number she was given.

“Ah yes Ms. Sidle how may we help you?”

“Yes I need two strong bellmen up here immediately I need help moving a package. Thank you.”

Within minutes there was a knock at the door. Sara checked the security system.
The two young men came in and Sara directed that they move the ‘John’ from the floor to the bed. Their eyes revealed what their demeanors did not. But the Ritz-Carleton was a discreet hotel and well-used to the wants and desires of their guests.
Besides the tips were quite excellent.

“Anything else we can do for you Ms Sidle.”

“No I may need some help later but I will call.”

“Well then good night Ms. Sidle.”

~~~

“Shall we get started Sara?”

“Yes”

“Okay. ‘The Sanskrit word for the male sexual organ is Lingam and is loosely translated as "Wand of Light." In Tantra or Sacred Sexuality, the Lingam is respectfully viewed and honored, as a "Wand of Light" that channels creative energy and pleasure. The goal is to massage the Lingam, also including testicles, perineum and Sacred Spot (prostate) externally.’ (Our website http://www.whitelotuseast.com/). Orgasm is not the goal of tantric massage although it can be a wonderful result. We want Gil to surrender to pleasures he hasn’t experienced before. Gil will learn to relax and to receive.”
Using the manikin as a surrogate Gil Sarah taught Sara the techniques of Lingam Massage. With the forensic seminars during the day and Sarah’s lessons at night and daily and nightly calls to Gil, Friday afternoon arrived quickly. Sarah offered to drive Sara to the airport. During the drive to the airport Sara offered Sarah the use of her suite for the weekend. Sara had already made the arrangements.

“Sara, I can’t thank you enough. Brad and I will certainly enjoy this; particularly since his mother has wanted the twins to come visit for the longest time.”

“Sarah, it is the least I can do for you. I hope maybe I can meet Brad when I come back.” A last hug and a kiss and Sara went to the gate. Within a half hour the plane was on its way to Vegas.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grissom’s Townhouse ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The last few days had turned into a mostly pleasant experience and routine for Grissom. In the morning Sara would call to catch him up on her doings. Then someone from the lab would drop by for an impromptu breakfast and discuss cases and CSI gossip. Grissom realized how much he missed his job and he would become depressed but Noreen and Olivia had a quick eye for the signs and would distract him.

Around noon the new physio therapist would come over and begin stretching exercises in preparation for the conditioning and walking exercises to start next week. In the afternoon a group of off-duty police officers would play poker with Grissom. They quickly discovered he was a formidable opponent. At first they were concerned but Grissom let them know he was donating his winnings to the Policemen’s Charity Fund for Widows and Orphans; so all in all they didn’t mind loosing even if it was to a “CSI Nerd”.

When he received his evening call from Sara he was ready for bed and she usually helped him fall asleep.

It was Friday evening. Sara hadn’t called yet. Everyone was gone from the townhouse except his mother. Noreen had gone out for a short break and to have a dinner with her nephew. Grissom was sadly resigned to the fact that Sara had gotten caught up in something and wouldn’t be calling him until tomorrow.

As sat on his bed he thought about calling his mom and telling her he was going to bed when the doorbell rang. He heard his mother’s footsteps walking down the hall, through the living room past the kitchen and the sound of the front door opening.

[Did Noreen forget her key? Who is visiting at this hour?] Gil became somewhat apprehensive; he had modifications for the hearing impaired done to his home when he had moved into his townhouse years ago. At the time he knew that his mother would visit and he wanted her to be comfortable in his home.

He had also feared that he would loose his hearing and would need them also. He was worried when all he heard were footsteps moving quietly towards his bedroom. He slid over to where his crutches were leaning against bedside night table.

He debated the likelihood of being able to subdue an intruder. He reached for the phone to call 911. But then a certain perfume wafted through his bedroom door.

“Norman ‘pushed’...Norman ‘jumped’...Norman ‘fell’.”

“Wouldn't you if you were married to Mrs. Roper?”

At the sound of her voice, Grissom put the phone down. Sara put her bag down on the ground, a huge grin on her face.

“I don't even have to turn around. Sara Sidle.”

“Hello stranger. You busy tonite?”

“Sara! What…how…you’re here.”

“Gil I came down for the holiday…I used your ‘carte blanche’. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sara had crossed the room and sat next to Gil. Without hesitation he enveloped her in his arms. He began kissing her hair, her face and finally her lips. All the sorrow, pain and longing of the last two weeks fueled the passion of that kiss. And then the tears began to fall.

Olivia stood in the doorway for a minute with a smile on her face. [What a great surprise for Gil. Sara Sidle you are definitely the best thing that has ever happened to Gil.] She closed the door quietly and retreated to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of burgundy in honor of a small celebration. She looked towards the door as she saw the flashing light signaling someone was on the porch. The door opened and before Noreen could speak Noreen signaled for her silence.

/*Noreen the most wonderful surprise! Sara is here for the Labor Day Weekend!*/

/*Olivia how marvelous. We will have to be very quiet and discreet. Oh no. There was supposed to be a surprise barbeque on Sunday. For the holiday…We will talk to Sara. She will know how Gil feels. Oh dear if we had only known. We will work it out.*/

Olivia poured a glass of wine for Noreen. And they toasted /* To true lovers meeting */. They took the wine and their glasses and took the elevator up to the Great Room upstairs for wine and talk so that Gil and Sara could have the downstairs to themselves.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Master Suite ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sara finally pulled back from Gil’s embrace. “You look much better Gil. I missed you a lot. But I think I have some surprises for you. I have learned some interesting new things. But tonite I think maybe I just need some sleep.” Gil began to frown and before Sara could explain herself the doorbell rang. “Be right back Gil”

Sara checked through the peephole and saw that it was Captain Brass. “Jim, what are you doing here? It’s rather late.”

“Sara I should be asking what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be home for two more weeks.”

“It’s a three day holiday, Jim. I thought it would be a nice surprise for Gil. Now what are you doing here?”

“Medical insurance forms. Ecklie wanted to bring them over but I intercepted him and brought them over myself. I’m glad now that I did.”

“Jim, speaking of which, please don’t tell anyone I’m here this weekend. I want to spend as much time as possible with Gil. We really haven’t had anytime by ourselves for six weeks.”

“Well I would like to oblige. Obviously, Olivia and Noreen haven’t told you about the surprise barbeque on Sunday. The cat will be out of the bag then. Of course no one knew you were going to be here.”

“Sara, the wives of the LVPD officers were concerned that Gil would be lonesome on the holiday and it just snowballed from there. He does have a nice backyard.”

“And you were going to spring this on Gil without warning, Jim?”

“Sara, people have been coming to visit Gil on a regular basis since he recovered from this bout with pneumonia. Someone from the lab is usually visiting in the morning then he does his physio and in the afternoon a bunch of the boys come over to play poker. I guess he must be going crazy with boredom.”

“Okay. Now that I know I might as well join this conspiracy. So what time Sunday will people begin arriving?”

“Well the prep people will start arriving around 11:30 am and everyone else around 12:30 pm.”

“Okay, I will have Gil in such a good mood he probably won’t even notice anyone else is here. And don’t ask for details. Give me the paperwork and leave. Gil and I are having some alone time. Bye!”

Brass was laughing as Sara pushed him out the door. She locked the door and carried the envelope back to bedroom. Gil had fallen asleep. “Come on Gil you need to wake up and get ready for bed.”

“Sorry Sara. Who was at the door?”

“Brass. He was dropping off some medical insurance forms. I swore him to secrecy. Come on. Here’s a t-shirt and a clean pair of shorts. Do you need any help? Leave your dirty clothes on the chair. I’m going to get something to drink. Where do you put your dirty laundry?”

“In the hamper in the master bathroom…” Gil said yawning. By the time Sara got back Gil had fallen asleep having only managed to redress himself in clean shorts. He was slumped over on his side with his clean t-shirt clutched in his hands. He looked so sweet but uncomfortable. [This will never do] Sara thought. “Come on Gil. Wake up.”

“Mmmh…Sorry Sara. Guess I’m more tired than I thought. Help me with my shirt.”

“Ok…shirt on…let’s get you under the covers. You already have your meds?”

“Yes sweetheart…all medicated.”

“Ok dear…I’ll put your clothes in the hamper…Do you want me to read to you…Gil…asleep already. Good night Gil.” She whispered and kissed him sweetly on the lips. His face twitched and a small smile formed on the lips she had kissed. She smiled in response.

She busied herself picking up his clothes and straightening the room. Before she went into the bathroom she looked around the master bedroom. She looked around. She had expected an austere room but was pleasantly surprised. The furniture was walnut but looked very old. She wasn’t quite sure of the period. The walls were painted with faintest hint of blue with a cream base. [Very soothing] she decided. The walls were decorated with several paintings. She looked closely at the signatures. [I know his mom runs an art gallery. Probably the real thing. Not quite the sterile look she’d expected. I guess elegant is the closet I can come to classifying it.] She finished gathering the rest of the dirty laundry and walked into the master bathroom. [Wow…wow was definitely the word to describe this bathroom. There were double vanity sinks with a wall length mirror. The shower was large enough for at least four people with 1…2…3…4…no 7 shower heads. There were newly installed grab bars and a shower chair. The tub was large and was a multijet Jacuzzi which was half encircled by what appeared to be a small arboretum which could be opened to the outside. Gil and I will have some fun in here.] She dumped the clothes in the hamper. She stood for a moment longer when her musings were interrupted by muffled noises coming from the bedroom.

She rushed into the bedroom to see Gil struggling with his bedclothes as if fighting some monster. She could make out what he was saying as his voice got louder and louder. “Sara…get down…Everyone down…watch out…No…No…No…Sara talk to me Sara!” He repeated these words with increasing volume.

Sara ran to the head of the bed to run her fingers through his hair slowly as she tried to calm him with her voice. “Gil…I’m right here. I’m okay Gil. Calm down Gil. Everything is ok. You’re home. You’re home in your own bed.” She continued her soothing motions down his chest as she slowly insinuated her body so that she could wrap her arms around him. As he began to wake up he buried his face in her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her whimpering all the while. “Sara you are alive…I saw you dead…They were all dead…everyone was dead…they the gang members got away…but you were all dead…you said it was my fault…Sara…I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t save them. Everyone was dead. They were all dead.”

“It’s alright, Gil. Do you want me to lie down with you so you can sleep?”

“Please Sara. Until I fall asleep?”

“Let me get changed.” Sara took off her shoes, her knee high stockings; she went to the living room and pulled out some shorts and an old t-shirt of Gil’s from her bag. She went into the bathroom to change. In five minutes she was back. She had hoped that Gil might have fallen asleep again but when she came back into the room she saw that he was very much awake and somewhat fearful.

“Sara my leg really hurts…do you think I can have some more pain pills…It really is bad.”

“What are you taking?”

“Vicodin...I think.”

“Let me check the bottle…no you can’t have anymore until tomorrow.”

“Sara please…how am I supposed to sleep…please it hurts…”

“Gil do you trust me?”

“Yes…yes Sara I do.”

“First, a shower. Maybe then a nice massage so we can relax. Then we will go to sleep. Tomorrow I will make you a nice breakfast and we can talk, really talk ok.”

Gil thought for a minute. Maybe this wasn’t quite the way he thought things would work out. But he was curious. Curiosity might have killed the cat; but it made the Bugman tick.

“Lead on Macduff. Or MacSidle”

“I should really punch you, Grissom.” Sara countered with mock irritation. “Here are your crutches…” She helped Grissom to stand and secure the crutches under each arm. She could see the pain written plainly on his face as she helped him into the master bathroom. She guided him over to sit on the toilet.

“I have a present for you.” She handed him a box tied with a golden cord. “I bought this with my own money. Go ahead open it.” Even the light box resting on his thigh caused him discomfort; but his curiosity overwhelmed his discomfort and he pulled the cord loose and lifted the box lid off and handed it to Sara who set it down out of the way.

The box contained both a deep royal blue silk dressing gown and a black one of the same material. On the one pocket of both were several small kanji symbols embroidered in gold. Grissom smiled as he mentally translated the kanji. [Gil Sweetheart, Live…Laugh…Love, Sara.]

“There’s more in there, Gil.” Gil lifted the dressing gowns and found several pairs of silk boxers in royal blue, deep burgundy, black and an elegant silver. Near the waistband embroidered carefully in gold thread was a small arthropod: on the burgundy pairs an embroidered scarab beetle, on the silver a butterfly, on the black a dragonfly and on the royal blue pairs a slightly larger tarantula.

Gil was speechless. No one had ever given him such a beautiful and intimate present before. “Don’t worry about the cleaning; the shop in New York gave me the name of a special place here in Vegas that will take care of that…I can hardly wait until you model them for me. I love you, Gil. I’ve told you before that I’m in this for keeps. Now I am going to adjust the shower so strip buster and no modesty please. I’m going to make sure you have a nice relaxing cleansing shower before the massage.”

[I think I can really get to like this everyday.] Gil took off his shirt with no problem. But he was a little perplexed by how to take his shorts off sitting down. [He was embarrassed about what Sara would think of him when he was naked. And then there was the incision on his left thigh. There was nothing pleasing about it. It was ugly. At least he didn’t have to cover it anymore…]
“Sara can you help me?”

Sara walked over. She had already adjusted the temperature of the water and set the new shampoo, shower gel and soap on the shower shelf. “Problem?”

“I haven’t figured out how to get my shorts off.” When he looked up he saw that Sara had already taken her clothes off.

“Never thought such a hot manly man wouldn’t be able to strip fast enough to take care of a sexy naked lady.”

Gil gulped nervously. He had never see Sara completely naked before tonight. He felt a blush rising up his face and his pulse began to race. [Oh no…] He didn’t have to look at his groin to know what body parts were betraying him now.

“Ok Gil put you hands on my shoulders and I’ll help you stand. Put your weight on your right leg but lean slightly to your left.” She figured he would be looking at her chest and would be somewhat distracted. [He looks embarrassed. Well I can see one part is not distracted and knows exactly what it wants. This isn’t exactly how I thought this would play out but I’ll take it.]

She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and carefully slid them down over his growing erection and carefully down his hips and past the incision scar on his left thigh. Before she told him to sit she had a good look at the forming scar. It was red and puckered and nearly six inches long.

She noticed another scar on his hip that was much cleaner and only about three inches long. [That must be where they inserted the rod.] But she wanted to get a good look at something else.

[Oh my…simply gorgeous. Uncut. I think my guesstimate to Sarah was a little bit off on the girth.] “Ok Gil, honey sit.” Gil’s boxers had slid down his legs and puddled around his feet. She picked them up and threw them in the growing pile of clothes in the corner.

“Now hands on shoulders…stand slowly…here’s your crutch. Now carefully keep the weight off you leg.” They made it safely into the shower and Sara helped him to sit in the shower chair. She decided to wash his hair first.

She had picked the different soaps and shampoos for the different aromas. She had remembered the one or two childhood anecdotes Gil had let slip. Sara wanted him to feel good and remember times when he had been happy and pain free.

The shampoo was a special blend Sarah had made for her from essence of coconut and vanilla oils. Her fingers had become supple and strong with the techniques and exercises Sarah had her repeat nightly. She massaged his scalp gently but with firm strokes. She saw his eyes were half closed and his breathing had eased.

She could feel the tension start to leave his body. Sara rinsed his hair with the removable show head. She put it back in its holder. Then she reached for the shower gel.

It had a slight butterscotch aroma with a pecan undertone. As she carefully washed his back, his arms and shoulders she manipulated the acupressure points she had learned. Gil remembered the sharp twinges and releases from Noreen’s massages in the hospital.

But this was infinitely more pleasant. [Must be the masseuse…]he thought. The pain in his leg didn’t go away but the intensity started to lessen. [I smell butterscotch fudge…my mom made the best fudge…] Sara saw the smile forming on his lips.

[Mmmmmh…my own butterscotch fudgesicle… Sara now behave yourself…this is for Gil not you…but he is so gorgeous…sexy…and…don’t go there Sara…]Sara kept up this internal mantra as she neared one of objects of her desire. She tried to carefully wash his genitals without impure thoughts and was failing miserably.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she now concentrated on carefully washing first his left thigh then his right as she moved down his legs. She fought the urge to kiss his knees especially the one that bowed out slightly she noticed faint scars on that ran down either side. [I’ll have to find out about that…] She never notice how nicely muscled his calves were.

[How could you with those baggy pants he always wears. This is getting more and more difficult.] By the time she reached his feet she wanted to suck on each toe individually; not wash them. She glanced up and saw the he had a contented smile on his face and that his erection had somewhat subsided. [This is going to be hard enough…]she thought…[without having to deal with that right now.]

“Gil can you stand up for a minute and hold the grab bars?”

“Mmmmmh…uh yes.” With Sara’s help he was able to stand and she completed her final task. [Well one thing I was totally correct about…what a tush.] She turned off the water stepped out to get some towels and began to dry Gil and herself. She tossed the towels in the ever growing pile of clothes. “Can you hold onto the grab bars a little while longer, Gil?”

“Yes…Sara that was so wonderful...”

She dried the floor around his feet. She had a pair of the royal blue silk boxers in hands. “Okay…left foot…right foot.” Then she slid the boxers up his legs and over his half-hard member. [Oh…Oh My GOD…they are perfect…I knew it]

“Well Gil, how do you like the new boxers…they are custom made for you…I stole a couple of pairs and took them to New York with me…I have been thinking about this for awhile. Don’t ask how they do it TMI. But they look great.”

Gil thought they felt incredible. [He had problems getting the right fit because of his size. Additionally, he had to wash them several times to remove any trace of sizing or whatever chemicals the commercial brands of boxers were imbued. But these were perfect.] “Sara I want to see them in the mirror.” She handed him the crutches and carefully followed him over to the mirror.

“Wow!” She handed him the royal blue dressing gown. He put it on. [I always knew he was sensualist.]

Gil saw Sara’s expression as he stared into the mirror as he put on the dressing gown. He saw love, hunger and lust. [Is that how I look at Sara? If she were wearing La Perla…it’s very odd…am I causing this reaction…it’s quite arousing…I’m causing this reaction in Sara…] It made Gil feel coveted and self conscious at the same time.

He carefully used he crutches to turn around. “Well Sara…What do you think?” His voice dropped an octave and in volume. “Do you like what you see? I think you want what you see…”

“Gil…another word I am going to need a cold shower…yes I like what I see. If you ever let anyone else see you in those boxers I will have to kill them and hide the bodies. You are mine, bugman…mine.”

“Sara I like what I see…you said something about a massage? I feel better now but you did promise me a massage…”

“Gil…lover, go back into the bedroom and sit on the end of the bed. I’ll be right in.”

Sara picked up the towels and the other laundry and put everything in the appropriate hampers. She picked up the box, the gold cord and the box lid and carried them into the bedroom she hung the other silk dressing gown on some padded hangers she was given by the shop that made the clothes.

She put the boxers in tissue paper in a nearly empty drawer. The box she put in the closet. She turned back the covers and rearranged the pillows.

“Gil dressing gown please.” Sara took the royal blue gown from his hands and hung it in the closet. “Boxers please. Don’t worry I’ll help you put them back on later when we go to bed.” They repeated the same exercise as in the bathroom…hands on shoulders and one foot at a time.

Sara place some pillows near the head of the bed, a rather large flat pillow with a terrycloth cover about the middle of the bed and two more pillows on the recliner near the bed. “Ok Gil I want you to lie on your back with your hips on the terry cloth pillow. Spread your legs slightly apart and I will put pillows under your knees.” Sara helped Gil maneuver into the proper position. “Comfortable Gil?”

“Yes…relatively.”

“You need to tell me if I do anything you don’t like for any reason or if you are in pain, OK? Do you trust me?”

“Yes Sara. It’s been good so far. Can you explain to me what’s going on?”

Sara kneeled between his legs as she began rubbing her hands together to warm them. “A true investigator…this is tantric massage. The first thing I want you to do is breath with me. Look into my eyes. Begin each breath with a relaxed belly…Let your thoughts and concerns fade away. Hold the breath…10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Exhale….Take another breath…look into my eyes. Concerns fading away…hold the breath…10, 9…” This shared breathing continued for five minutes then Sara poured some warming oil in her hands rubbing them together.

Then she began massaging his body to get him to further relax. She started at his jaw, her supple fingers massages muscles and tendons then she slowly worked her way down to his neck and shoulders; and as she worked her way down, she kept up the constant monologue of commands to breathe deeply and relax.

Contented little sighs were Gil’s only reply. She began to manipulate the appropriate acupressure points because she wanted Gil to be as pain-free as possible before she started the next stage of the massage.

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Sara poured a small quantity of oil on Gil’s penis and testicles.

“Huh…what’s going on Sara…?”

“Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?”

“No…just startled…”

Sara began gently massaging his testicles…the oil beginning to warm releasing the pleasant aroma of lavender. Gil liked the sensation; it was arousing but not quite like he ever felt before. He couldn’t exactly put a label on it.
“Gil…relax…just feel don’t think just feel and relax.” Her hands moved to massage his pubic bone. Then she slid her fingers around his penis which was becoming hard. She gently lifted his scrotum and gently kneaded her way down towards his anus. Gil felt warmth and tingling spreading up from his groin towards his chest. “Sara…kiss me.” The words came out as a hoarse whisper. Sara moved her hands to his chest and shoulders and kissed him on the lips. She moved down his neck kissing in succession all the erogenous zones she had found on previous expeditions. When he attempted to wrap her in his arms she whispered, “No…this is for you…just lie back and relax…breathe deep and hold…look me in the eyes…I love you, sweetheart…I love you.”

She kissed her way back down his chest…briefly stopping to slowly massage his nipples with her tongue. First the left one then the right one; then she trailed kisses down his chest, his abdomen and his groin. Before her hands continued her massage she grasped both hands around the base of his rapidly hardening member and planted a light kiss on the head of his penis. [Mmmh…so that’s what lavender tastes like or maybe Grissom.] He released his breath in an exhalation that hovered between a sigh and a gasp. Her right hand slipped down to gently pull his testicles away from his body. She wanted this to last for him. [How am I going to last…This is so different from the manikin…surely he can smell my arousal…Lavender will never be the same for me again…if this scent is relaxing I’m glad I didn’t use the others.]

[OH MY GOD…this is so… don’t think…relax…the heat it’s spreading…] ”Sara...ummmm…Saaaaaarrrraaaa…good.” Sara was smiling…[I am enjoying this.] She devoured the sight of his penis. It had a golden slightly tanned hue like the rest of his body. The skin was velvety soft like the muzzle of a well breed stallion. Her thoughts of it fully erect and her riding it were taking over her thoughts. [NO…we aren’t ready for that yet…relax Sara relax.] She took a deep breath herself and exhaled slowly. Gil’s penis was becoming softer. [Now I can continue…] Sara’s experience with uncut cocks was nil. All the men she had been intimate to date were circumcised. She was fascinated with the way the glans seemed to pop out like a jack in the box. She could tell from the sighs that Gil enjoyed manipulation of his foreskin.

She rubbed her hands together and added a little more oil and began massaging his penis again. She gently squeezed the base of his cock with her left hand and then slid her hand up his shaft brushing the glans as her hand slid off the top. Her right hand now gently squeezed the base and slid up the shaft the same as the left. She continued this exercise for about five minutes with increasing speed and pressure.
She watched closely the expressions on Gil’s face as well as the sounds he was making. [He’s a lot more vocal in bed than I thought.] His cock was stiffening again mirroring his level of arousal. She dipped her tongue into the slit at the top of his glans before feathering a kiss on the top of his shaft. Sara heard Gil gasp. “Relax, sweetheart you are so tasty. Oh I love the taste of your cock head. So much to kiss…so soft and hard and so beautiful.” Hearing the hitch in his breathing Sara gently pulled his testicles down again and massaged first the right ball then the left. They had begun to swell. She continued to massage his balls while she wandered around his inner thighs with her lips in feather-light kisses in no apparent order. This drew several gasps from Gil and a couple of strangled, well she wasn’t exactly sure what he said…too incoherent.

She firmly held the base of Gil’s cock with her left hand and kissed and licked her way up his groin, his abdomen and to his muscled broad chest. She lavished more attention on his chest administering a light nip to each nipple as well as tonguing them repeatedly. She skipped to his mouth and kissed him full and hard on the lips. When an “OH MY GODSARA” escaped his mouth her tongue darted inside and she tongued his palette. Gil was floating somewhere on a wave of sensation tingling and warmth running from his groin to his mouth and down again. [Twice already] he thought [this is too much…when Sara backed off…how does she know how to do this…who the f*** cares…]

She kissed her way along his jaw and down to his shoulders where she nipped her way from one clavicle across to the other. Gil closed his eyes. “Gil open your beautiful eyes…I want to lose myself in those pools…so deep…so dark…my hot, randy lover…sweeter than honey…Gil you are so hot…” Gil stared into her brown eyes [like deep pools of Godiva chocolates…bittersweet…so luscious…] When her lips met his this time he captured her mouth with his…”No Gil not yet” She skipped down to his navel, licked it and this time kissed the incision ever so lightly in his hip then with even more care she feathered kissed down the newly healed incision in his thigh. She glanced up and noted the half dreamy look on his face. She lavished the same care on his right thigh.

This time her right hand squeezed the head of his penis before sliding down his shaft. She repeated with her left hand, her right hand, her left hand… She varied the speed and pressure and started at the bottom of his shaft and slid off the top. Every few strokes she either licked or sucked on his glans sometimes both. She made four more journeys up and down Gil’s body. Gil’s comments consisted of long humming sighs, gasps and a couple of OH MY GODs and the shit-eating grin on his face was growing wider.

[I can’t keep this up much longer myself…] She thought. [I can barely avoid jumping the man myself. It’s time for the final act.] She now massaged the area between the testicles and anus. [Where the hell is...it…ah…there it is. Gently…gently.] She pushed inward on the “Sacred Spot” as she continued to massage his cock.

There was an audible gasp from Gil…then he began to moan. She continued to massage around the glans. Gil was rapidly stiffening and his penis was growing and lengthening. The glans was in full flower and a deep bright purple. His scrotum was turning bright red and his testicles were swelling too as they pulled closer to his body. The foreskin was well pulled back and the part of the shaft visible was as red as the scrotum. She had never seen such a wondrous sight in her limited experience. He was fully erect now and his cock was twitching visibly as she continued her stimulation. Her fingers were still pressing in on “the spot”. She heard his breath speeding up and guttural sounds were coming from Gil’s throat.

[It was unfair to continue when his body wants release…you’ll have more chances…]Her fingers released the pressure from his body. She wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Sara held her breath and Gil’s penis lengthened once more and then the semen literally exploded from his cock.
A long drawn out sigh…as several seconds passed while his semen covered his chest. Sara couldn’t resist lightly holding onto his cock as she orgasmed in kind. [Wow…wow…I never…]”Gil, sweetie…Gil honey” No answer.

[OH MY GOD…what have I done.] She shook him slightly. She checked his pupils. [He passed out….I guess he enjoyed it…wow that was…and we can do it again tomorrow.] She kissed him gently on the lips as she went to get a warm wet clothe to clean his chest. She covered him a light sheet and covered them both with a quilt as she slid in next to his right side. She was tired and happy and sated as she rested her head on his chest. His breathing was regular. She smiled as she drifted off herself. [Nightmares don’t bother my man tonite!]

TBC