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enough water then took clean linens from the closet to make the bed.  In her mind, she thought she should volunteer to help, but this was just too good; it was like watching a movie. Bed now made, pillow sufficiently fluffed, Marc returned to the living room to remove Nadine’s one shoe and help her to the bedroom. Lips close to her ear, “Beauty, I need to get you in the bed.”
                  Nadine, fully feeling the effects of the Vicodin, smiled sheepishly at him, “Okay, but I only have one good hand and one good foot,” she blew air kisses at him, “I think I can still work some shit out for you, Baby.” 
                  Marc only laughed when he looked at Bena, adding, “I may take one of those pills later myself.”  Nadine’s hand came up and gentle fingers ran across his lips as she puckered up for a kiss. Although he was fully aware she was high out of her mind, he still leaned in to return the affection. Slowly, he began to remove her jacket before taking her to the bedroom.  Nadine tried to help him undress her with one good eye still focused on his lips, “You have a sexy mouth,” she told him as she tried to push her small breast into his face. He was trying to remain focused on the task at hand, but she was not letting up, “I love the feel of your sexy mouth on my…”
                  Bena jumped up, “Okay, I think this is where I will make my exit. Marc, my number is in her cell should you need me.”
                  Marc rose to his feet, “Actually, Bena, I would appreciate it if you would stay with her while I go and get my truck, some supplies and things she may need for the weekend.”  Bena agreed and Marc got Nadine in bed, “I should be only a few hours or so.”

                  Two hours later, Marc returned with bags of groceries, large pieces of foam, and his travel bags. He set his laptop up in her home office, placed the now-clean sheets in the dryer and commenced to making lunch. “Bena, will you stay and join us?”  Bena refused and let herself out of the door.  There was a great deal of coordination that had to be done to get him back to the site before the week’s end, as well as work with Nadine’s insurance company for a rental while her car was being repaired—if it could be repaired. If push came to a fight, he would just buy her a small economy vehicle for now, and use it later as his business vehicle when he returned from Alaska. Staring out the window, deep in thought, he began to wonder about how he felt meeting her mother so soon. Maybe he should just leave those details to the two of them to work out; it was still too early in the relationship to make any real decisions.
                  He did not hear her walk up behind him. Nadine stood there watching this man of mystery that was dropped into her life.  It puzzled her beyond measure that they could be tied together in some cosmic string that neither had any real control over. Her plan had been to let him get on the plane and move forward with her life, thinking the six months would give them some time to realize the ludicrousness of all of this; but maybe she had been wrong.  Again, what would be the odds of him missing his flight at the exact time she had an accident?  This weekend would be the true test if this was real.  She was in no shape to have any intimate anything with him considering her right foot and left hand were broken, her coccyx was bruised and her left arm had been dislocated.  She was sore, nearly blind in one eye, emotionally tapped out, and still high as hell from that pill.  This scenario was only worsened by her inability to get comfortable enough to rest in her own bed.
                  Marc turned and saw her standing there. A feeling of warmth seeped through him.  She looked very vulnerable with one eye patched, an oversized tee shirt, a cast on the left hand, and a booted cast on the