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The Cat has to Go (3 ratings)
         by PPsphere
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She made it just in time running almost the whole way. Morry said he could get out the stain, but the long angora fleece might flatten. .......Suzy was surprised to see Tommy two or three steps from the top of the stairs to her apartment, meowing at her and twitching his tail. Tommy had never been out of the apartment before as declawed males face getting cut up on a trip to the alley on their own. Suzy reached down to grab him as she was almost up the stair, and as she bent to pick him up Tommy bounded to the top of the stairs and around the corner headed down the hall. .....Suzy uncrouched and as she hurried to chase Tommy felt her toe slip on the step which was covered with Tommy's latest mess. Suzy almost got a grip on the handrail as she twisted backwards half way. Suzy saw her fingers straight across the rail. She could see her thumb was just short of clasping the rail and felt a backwards falling sensation that will never be forgotten. ....It was odd how her neck was bent so her chin met her chest when the back of her head forcefully met the wall at the bottom of the stairs. She couldn't as much as gurgle the way she was wedged with her chin pinned to the top of her chest. She could not move anything except her eyebrows that worked up and down, up and down. ......The neighbors heard the thumping from the fall and looked at her and knew enough to not aggravate the spinal injury by moving her, but they called the EMS. Suzy was out cold from shock when the EMS picked her up. She lived on, but was a quadriplegic from that day on,though she lived many a year doing data processing from her home that was rigged so she could operate a computer. ...It was hard at first to adjust to not making love with Jimmy, but her love for him did not die in her mind. As she moved the various sensors attached to her eyebrows, above her lips and on her chin, she had over two dozen moves she could do with the face mounted sensors; she drew erotic pictures of herself and Jimmy. Her care workers stroked her and moved her quadriplegic body about, but she died until Jimmy would come and visit her. Jimmy would stroke her hands and body and Suzy thought she felt some of the old passion stir in her. Jimmy slowly cut the frequency of his trips to Suzy as Jimmy was just a virile, if not more so, since Suzy's accident. .....Jimmy finally brought his new girl to see Suzy, and they held hands and said they would stop as often as possible,and they knew Suzy would want Jimmy to be happy and have normal relations. Although Suzy felt a pang of shame,remorse and self-hatred she knew Jimmy could not go on loving her as she was, that he needed a real woman. She could never cut her mental ties, her love, for Jimmy. She would love him the rest of her life. As her face contorted the words, "I love you, Jimmy!", were typed on her computer monitor. Now she lives in her crystal pool of fantasy creating a dream she would have lived in the silicon on her monitor, her new mind. No more human love, all is mental ecstasy, Unmoving no one can feel the insanity or feel the hurt of the words in sincerity, Her new existence's reason is all she hopes to find.





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