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The snowstorm was expected to be a doozy so I drove down to the settlement to pick up some things from the food market and get a full tank of gas. I was using the pickup and Sweetie, my Brittany Spaniel, was sitting on the seat beside me on her blanket. She was already wet with snow. My plan was to drive back to the house but already I knew I would have to put on chains if I expected to get there. The road to my place was a 12 mile uphill climb. It was for moments like this that I had an apartment in the back of the garage. I always had the option of staying there if I had to. Just so you don't get the wrong idea, this was no two car garage, more like a modest warehouse.

It was only about 8 miles to the garage but conditions had worsened causing a near whiteout. As I returned home there were no cars on the road except the one ahead of me which suddenly spun and went off the road sliding down the considerable berm. I stopped and looked down. That car was not going anywhere anytime soon. It was no easy thing getting down to the car. When I got there the window came down and there was a gorgeous young woman, still wearing her safety belt. She had a luminous beauty that I had rarely seen before. Some very young girls have it but it doesn't last long.

I noticed that she had some hand controls along with the steering wheel so, being a college graduate, I knew she would never be able to climb up to the road. I also knew that I would never be able to climb up carrying her. I needed help.

*quot;Are you ok?*quot; I asked.

*quot;Yes, I'm ok. Do you think I can get a tow?*quot; she said. I laughed.

*quot;Not a chance. I'm sure everyone is busy taking care of accidents. There will be a wait but I have an idea. Am I correct in assuming you can't walk, you know, like climb up to the road?*quot; I said.

She hesitated before she answered. *quot;Correct. I couldn't possibly get up that hill.*quot;

*quot;Ok, then. Let me call a friend who can help us.*quot; I said. I called Larry Plummer, my only full time employee who luckily was sitting by his phone. I explained the problem telling him we needed some kind of sled that we could pull up to the road with the girl in it.

Larry had a new pickup with a winch so he found us in short order bringing one of those plastic sleds the kids use along with some rope and some blankets. It seemed like a stretch but once we got the girl onto the sled I was able to follow along as Larry used the winch. When we got to the road I told the girl to put her arm around my neck so I could pick her up and get her into Sweetie's place in the truck. Then I went back down and got everything else in the car including her wheelchair, a suitcase, another bag with assorted items and what was apparently her computer. Once that was all on the sled I shut the door leaving the keys in the car. I put everything behind the seats and the wheelchair plus Sweetie in the bed of the truck.

As I sat in the truck I said, *quot;I'm Matt Webb, what's your name?*quot;

*quot;Tricia.*quot; she said. *quot;What poker oyna happens now?*quot;

*quot;My place is right down the road.*quot; I said. *quot;You will be comfortable there. I have a phone if you need to call anyone. I also have a toilet if you need to pee and food to eat, all the amenities of home. Pardon me for saying this but you don't have many options.*quot;

When we drove into the garage I shut the door, turned on the lights and set up her wheelchair on the floor. Once again I held her in my arms and set her down. She really was beautiful with her face so near. I wheeled her into the back of the garage where I had a small auto collection and into the apartment where I took her directly to the bathroom. The chair just fit in the doorway.

*quot;I'll go get the rest of your things.*quot; I said, leaving her to it. I put her stuff next to one of the bunks in the living room where the tv was and went back to the bathroom. *quot;Are you ok?*quot; I called in.

*quot;Sort of.*quot; she said. *quot;I could use some help getting on the toilet.*quot; I went in and found her next to the toilet, her coat on the floor. *quot;Can you just help me onto the seat? I need to pull my slacks down.*quot; she said as she burst into tears.

*quot;Hey, hey,... no crying allowed. I've seen girls before. I won't suddenly become a lunatic.*quot; I said. I held her up off the toilet seat as she worked her slacks and panties halfway down her thighs. Then she let go with a stream of urine.

*quot;I could pee myself.*quot; I said, as I pulled my cock out and urinated into the urinal as she looked on. *quot;There, that makes us even.*quot; I held her up again as she struggled to get her slacks back on. It wasn't working, so I carried her into the main room and put her on the bunk so she could pull her pants on as she lay on her back. I saw her pubic hair and a glimpse of her slit. I still hadn't seen her legs yet except that she wore clunky black orthopedic shoes. I brought her wheelchair back to the bed.

*quot;Let's make a deal, Tricia. We're going to be together for a while so let's accept the fact that some of the time will be intimate like the bathroom thing. Do you understand what I'm saying?*quot; I asked. She nodded. *quot;Good, now do you want me to help you unpack your things or anything at all. We will be sleeping in the same room so there is still that hurdle to get over. Maybe you want to take a bath, I can help you with that. You would love the Jacuzzi. Tell me what happened to you. How did you get this way?

*quot;It happened when I was twelve. Before that I was normal. I can walk in a pool where the buoyancy takes away the weight but that's all.*quot; she said.

*quot;It must have been hard for you. At that age a girl starts to think of boys and sex. How did that go for you?*quot; I said.

*quot;It was really hard, but after a while you just give up.*quot; she said.

*quot;Oh come on, you're a beautiful girl. Anything is possible.*quot; I said. *quot;Can I ask you, do you have feelings down there?*quot;

*quot;Yes.*quot; she said. *quot;Yes, that part is normal.*quot;

*quot;That's half the battle canlı poker oyna right there.*quot; I said. *quot;Not being able to walk is just a technicality. Can I take your shoes and socks off for you. You won't need them in here. I didn't wait for an answer. She watched as I took them off. An act like that is very intimate. Her feet and toes looked normal, there was no atrophy. *quot;Does that feel better?*quot; she nodded again. *quot;If you want we can sit in the Jacuzzi together. We can wear our underwear. Don't answer just yet. Think about it while I make us some dinner.

By this time it was dark outside, the wind howling. I grilled a sirloin med rare and let it rest as I made us Mac