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Episode 147: Pride goes before a fall

The conversation between Jordan and Simone was interrupted a little later by the opening and closing of the office door. Orlando also unexpectedly stopped by. He knew from his wife that Robin had a therapy appointment today. "Oh, Mr. Trahan, it's good to see you. We've already finished therapy; he just wanted to get dressed." / "That's a shame; I guess I'm a bit late." / "Yes, but I can tell you that he's making really great progress."

"Oh, really? I'm glad to hear that. Has he… tried walking yet? My wife told me he's quite far along, I must apologize, I've been very busy with work, unfortunately, so today's day off came at just the right time..“/. „he's trying very hard, he's already taken his first steps. But he still needs a lot of help." Orlando's excited breath was clearly audible. "That sounds great. Then I'll take him home today, if that's alright?" / "Oh, sure, just go through the back."

Orlando wasn't here for the first time. But it was the first time he'd gone toward the therapy room. He usually waited at the front until his son was ready. When he arrived at the large windows, he realized he was in the right place. And what he saw next almost took his breath away. "Robin!" He was almost mesmerized by the sight. His son was trying to walk on his own. It was all rather wobbly, and Orlando could see that he was having trouble keeping his balance.

And then it happened. Halfway there, he misstepped and fell forward. He tried to catch himself with his hands on the walker, but he couldn't, and he landed on the floor… Orlando sensed early on that this wasn't going to end well and rushed into the room as he was falling… "Robin, my God…" He quickly came to his aid and helped his son back to a comfortable position.

Jordan also quickly ran to the therapy room after hearing Orlando shout loudly. Then he saw Orlando holding his son in his arms on the floor. "Are you hurt?" / "No, just my hand…" Orlando looked at it. There was a scratch, not deep, and it wasn't bleeding. "Oh man, you scared me…" / "But… I managed three steps by myself, did you see that?" said Robin, still slightly dazed from the fall.

Still somewhat shocked, Orlando hugged his son tightly. "Yes, yes, I saw, and I'm so proud of you, oh my boy."/ "Dad… I'm fine okay?" Robin said, hearing his father sob a little, which was unusual for him—because his father practically never cried. "It's not… I've been waiting for the day since you wake up again… I was always worried about you, you know that? And now you've come so far again, you… You can do anything." His father's words moved him; he had rarely seen him so emotional. "Please don't tell Mom anything about this, okay? I wanted to surprise her when things are back to normal." / "I'll keep quiet, I promise."

Once the shock had passed, Jordan helped Robin back into the wheelchair. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" / "No, everything's okay…"/ "Hmm, that was reckless and not okay, you know that, right? You can't just start doing this without help yet." … "Yeah, I'm sorry, I just wanted to at least give it a try." "Uh-huh, oh dear, I know that feeling." Robin’s gaze drifted for a moment in the direction from which the gentle female voice was coming.

Jordan also glanced briefly at Simone and shook his head. “Hey, this isn’t a good time.” She smiled at him and shrugged. “Well, maybe it is. I’m seeing myself in him. You know how hard it was for me back then; I also wanted everything to be okay again as quickly as possible.” Jordan looked at her for a moment and actually remembered the same ambition that had gripped her back then. Then he looked at the boy. "Hm… Robin, this is Simone. She was a patient of mine a few years ago. She was also in the same situation as you are now for a while."

Simone came closer to get a better look at Robin. "Hi, I'm sorry for barging in like this, but I… I can relate to your situation all too well." Robin looked her up and down for a moment, hardly able to believe it. "Okay… and how long did it take until… everything was okay again?" / "Over a year…"/ "Really, that long?"/ "Mhm. Well… if you'd like, I can tell you a little about myself and give you some tips." He looked at Jordan, who raised his eyebrows with a slight smile and nodded his head slightly in her direction. "Well, I would definitely take her help.".

Robin looked at her again and slowly began a conversation with her. "Are you from around here?" / "No, I… I just arrived today. I took a job at the restaurant. Well, for now I'm just a kitchen maid," she giggled. "Okay… I'm staying with my boyfriend at the moment because space is limited at my parents' house." / "Hmm, yeah, you have to create a good environment when you're in a wheelchair. So… If you'd like, we can just meet up sometime and talk…" Robin blinked and looked down at his legs for a moment, then his gaze drifted to his father and back to Jordan. Finally, he looked back at Simone and nodded. "Okay." He thought to himself at that moment that it might not be a bad idea to talk to someone who had gone through (almost) the same thing as him.

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Episode 145: Big hurdles, small steps (Part 2)

A new week began. And right after Jordan picked Robin up for another therapy session, Robin started talking to his therapist in the car… Jordan was surprised by Robin's sudden motivation; he just wondered if it was all a bit overconfident. But of course, he didn't want to refuse him anything. "And you're sure you want the intensive program? You know how I work.".

"Yeah, I know… The grip is tight and I have to work against it, I understand that. Do you listen to music?"/"Occasionally, why?"/"Alex got tickets for Toxic, probably doesn't ring a bell."/ "Not really."/ "Well, anyway, I don't want to go there in a wheelchair, and I don't want to roll onto the stage on wheels at my graduation ceremony either, so…"/ … Jordan grinned. Robin really did seem to have finally found the necessary motivation. "All right, let's get to it."

The exercises in the following days were much harder than in the last few weeks. Jordan didn't do things by halves, and Robin went along with it. "Okay… And now pull your leg up again, go… Yes, keep going, keep going… And relax. Do you notice what's happening?" / "It's getting easier. But it's still like lead."

Jordan looked at him with a slight smile and nodded. "I know, but it'll get better, believe me. Just like you managed with your upper body, it'll happen with your legs too." Robin watched Jordan's hands rest briefly on his leg. "I never asked… How long have you been doing this?" / "Physiotherapy? About eight years now." / "Was I the most difficult case so far?" / "Hnhn, oh, no, I've had tougher cases.".

Jordan kept switching sides so that both legs were moved evenly. Robin was also supposed to push against his therapist's tension as hard as he could. That, too, was slowly but surely getting better. "Great, I'm really pleased with you." / "H-hh, thanks… Do you actually… have a girlfriend?" / "Hnhn… No, why?" / Oh, just wondering, don't worry, I don't mean to hit on you." Jordan grinned and slowly lowered Robin's leg again. "Well, that's good then." He chuckled a little more. It did happen occasionally that patients flirted with him, especially the female ones.

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And almost two weeks passed again. The concert was still a month away. Jordan had to reschedule some appointments, realizing how important it was to Robin. He was slowly becoming ambitious… And now that the legs were slowly but surely getting better, they could do some more exercises. Especially for balance.

Finally, other things came into play. For example, one of the smallest exercise balls. To make it easier for him to keep his balance, it was placed under his stomach, which he could lean on. "So, now you really have to Stretch out, do you hear? Hold it… Hold it nicely,… it's difficult, I know, but also important for your entire back muscles…".

Robin was breathing heavily; it really took a lot of strength, but he bravely maintained the tension. It had to last at least 15 seconds. He was allowed to relax a bit and finally sink down onto the ball for a moment. The exercise was repeated several times… But eventually, his strength began to give out…

"Well? Everything okay?" / "H-h-hh… I didn't think it could be so strenuous to hold your own body…" / "Hnhn, isn't it? You have to reprogram your body with all the movements. And once it's remembered everything, then you'll be able to walk again, believe me." / "And when will we try that?" / "When the time is right," said Jordan, who unconsciously stroked his head briefly.

Jordan put Robin back in the wheelchair. "Hmm, next week?" the boy asked, almost inquisitively. Jordan tilted his head slightly and puffed. "It all depends, okay? Your legs have to be 100% sound..and believe me, those first steps aren't easy at all." / "Hmm…" / "Hey, it's much better if you're standing on solid ground, and if that works out, we'll surprise your mother and your boyfriend, okay?" / "Phew… Okay." / "Good. That's it for today then."… Even though Robin would have liked to continue, too many exercises in one day can cause nasty muscle soreness and would also be counterproductive. Robin then let Jordan drive him home as usual.

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Thanks to @poses-by-bee for some of the great physiotherapy poses. They came at just the right time back then, and it was a lot of fun working with them. 🙂

The poses with the ball are by another creator whose name I unfortunately can't remember (the pose codes say swwn , maybe someone else here remembers?). Anyway, a friend sent me these poses, and I'm very grateful for that. They're saved in my pose archive on my external hard drive. So, if anyone is interested, feel free to contact me.

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Episode 146: First Steps

One week later. It's 10:44 a.m. The last seven days have been quite nerve-wracking and exhausting for Robin. But he chose it this way. And the appointments with him were also very demanding for Jordan. But today was the day – he wanted to take Robin's first (new) walking steps. For this, he brought along another aid.

"Oh man, this is really embarrassing, does it have to be?" / "Yes, it does. It has nothing to do with old people, it's simply for support. So?" Robin felt like a frail, old man with the walker. But Jordan was right, it's just an additional walking aid. He pushed the walker close to the wheelchair and engaged the brake. "Good, and now pull yourself up and support yourself with your arms, don't forget your legs… mhm, very good, and now let's try it, nice and slowly."

After a long, long time, Robin took his first steps again. "So, how does that feel?"/ "Good, but… damn heavy."/ "Your legs need to get used to your own body weight again… Another one?"/ "Mhm…" He even managed two steps, but then Robin's legs started to shake. / "Damn." / "Hey, that's perfectly normal, okay? We'll go back." Robin really wanted to continue. But he could tell that his strength was slowly waning.

Walking back was even harder, so Jordan carried him for a bit until he was back in the wheelchair. "Hey, that really wasn't bad." / "Hm… Yeah, it was," Robin said, sounding almost a little dejected. "You can't push yourself too hard right away, you hear? A little more each day… We're done for today. Are you okay getting dressed? I need to enter something on the computer." / "Sure, I can do that by myself." / "Hnhn, okay. Chin up, okay, that was really good today." Robin nodded and smiled slightly. He knew that Jordan meant well.

Jordan frequently had to add information to his computer, especially when he needed to do it quickly. He was so engrossed in something that he didn't notice someone coming in, even though the office was officially closed today. The young woman didn't say anything, and he only caught a glimpse of the person standing there out of the corner of his eye. Without looking at them, he said, "Sorry, I can't accept any new appointments at the moment..."

With a slight chuckle, the person in the room replied, "Oh, I'm not here for an appointment…" The voice was high and thin, with a touch of melancholy in it. Jordan recognized her immediately and looked up from his computer. "No way… Simone?" The young woman's face lit up with a broad smile as he looked at her in surprise. "Hn, long time no see… Hi, Jordan."

He immediately stood up and walked over to her. "Wow, that's a surprise. You've…" / "…grown up, I know, incredible, isn't it?" Jordan looked the young woman up and down, because the last time he'd seen her, she was still in a wheelchair. Then he hugged her. "Hehe, yeah, come here, it's unusual to be at eye level with you like this." / "Hehe, yeah, I know, but… it's nice." Simone enjoyed the hug. They really hadn't seen each other in a long time. "This is great. What are you doing here? Are you here to visit me?" / "Yes, but not only that."

Simone slowly pulled away from the hug; she was almost a little embarrassed to have taken advantage of the moment like this. "Oh wow, that's a great painting, I didn't even notice it when I walked in." Jordan chuckled a little. "Hehe… Don't distract" / "Sorry. Well, you know, I… I took a job here, and guess where?"/,,hmm, I don't know, maybe in an office? You like writing so much"/ "well, but I didn't want to end up as an old secretary or desk jockey"/ "so?".

"I applied to the restaurant here, and they hired me. Well, what do you say? That's what I always wanted to do, cook for others." / "Oh, congratulations then. Yes, I remember, your spaghetti is wonderful." Simone remembered how she had once cooked spaghetti for him, on a day when therapy wasn't necessary, but he had some free time. Then she smiled, satisfied and excited. "It won't be easy at first, but I'll work my way up, just like I managed to do with walking." They chatted animatedly… about old things and new ones.

Meanwhile, Robin had gotten dressed again. He could do it pretty quickly these days. And even though he realized it was quite borderline and tiring, he already felt the urge to try it again. Just a few steps… He glanced around to make sure he was alone. Then he moved the wheelchair back and forth across the room a few times until he had it where he wanted it. "Hh, o.k.… Not too much…"

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Episode 148: Jordan & Simone (Part 1/2, loong)

One note beforehand: Since I didn't want to simply omit these additional pictures of Jordan and Simone, I'm presenting them to you as two special episodes. You can either read them or simply skip them.

Later. After Orlando and his son had left the physiotherapy practice, Jordan tidied up a bit. Simone was still with him. "He's really a nice boy," / "Yes. He wants to go to a concert, that's why he's putting in so much effort." / "Hn, cool, everyone has different motivations. He's just a little impatient." Jordan nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's how I see it too. And you? I heard you were in rehab a second time…" She looked at him and a broad smile spread across her face. "Mhm, I did all the therapies and now i'm standing here".

Jordan looked down at her legs, which stood firmly on the ground, supporting her body without any trembling or other abnormalities. "I'm proud of you, there wasn't much more I could do back then." / "Well, you referred me as a patient because you wanted to build something new. Your practice is simple, but really beautiful," she said, glancing around the room again briefly. "Thank you. And now you're going to the restaurant. Where do you live around here?" / "Hmm, I don't really live anywhere yet, nothing here fits my budget, way too expensive. I basically live in my car."

He looked at her in surprise. "Are you serious? What about your parents? They're not poor." / "I know, but they've helped me so much over the past few years, I just wanted to be independent now…" / "Mh, I understand, of course…hm. If it would help you temporarily, you can have a room at my place, I have plenty of space," he said then, quite casually.

“I…I can stay with you? And…the rent? I don’t want to be a burden on you…” / “You won’t be, okay? You just stay here until you can afford your own place…” / “Oh man, that… That’s so sweet of you, Jordan.” She blushed slightly, which he noticed and found very charming. "Hmm. Okay, then I'll lock up here now and then we'll go to my place. The apartment is right next door." Simone could hardly believe her luck at that moment. She had imagined all sorts of things on her long journey here, but not this.

A little later. Jordan hadn't lied; it really was practically around the corner where he lived. "Wow! You live here? But not alone, right?" "Hehe, well, yes, I do. I know, the house is actually way too big for me… But it was really cheap and I liked it right away. I have roommates here from time to time, but it's quiet on that front at the moment. So you can make yourself at home here."

Simone had always tried to imagine what her former physiotherapist's apartment might be like. But the interior design exceeded her expectations a bit. "This is great, so modern and yet somehow not…" / "Hehe… I like it a bit mixed." My bedroom is downstairs, you can choose one of the ones upstairs" / "O.K. Thank you…".

Simone went upstairs to have a look around. The first bedroom had a huge four-poster bed, but it was a bit too ostentatious for her taste, and besides, it took up almost the entire room. She preferred something simpler. She liked the second bedroom better. "Hehe, aww, what a cute little duck. I think I'll sleep well here. Although I'd so love to… hh…" As so often happened, she drifted into her own thoughts and imagine Jordan would touching her… only in a different way than he had back then.

After unpacking a few things and putting them away in her closet, Simone went back downstairs. "Hey, you… You've changed." / "Um, yeah, I can't exactly walk around in work clothes all day. Have you chosen a room?" . She didn't respond to his question immediately, as her mind was busy imagining what he would look like without his shirt. Then she squeezed her eyes shut briefly and quickly shook the thought away. "Yes, i… i took the nice light one…".

"I probably would have chosen that one too." He slowly approached her, which made her heart race. "Yes, that one… The other one was just too dark and too heavily furnished for me. I saw an easel up there, do you paint?" / "Hmm, no, it's just for roommates who like to be a bit creative. Would you like something to drink?" Simone was almost relieved by this question, because she felt like she was about to burst into flames. "Yes, do you have any iced tea?" / "Always. With ice?" / "Yes, with, please." Maybe it would help to calm the inner heat a little, she thought.

Jordan went into the kitchen and returned a little later with a glass of iced tea for Simone and a can of beer in his other hand. He handed her the glass and they both sat down at the dining table. "I guess that's what you call an after-work beer…" she joked, giggling a little. "That's how it is, and only after work…" / "I don't drink much alcohol." He took a small sip and looked at the can again, checking it. "This one doesn't have a very high alcohol content."

Jordan took another sip and then placed the can on the table. "Now tell me, how long were you in the second rehabilitation program?" / "Hmm, about two months. Therapy twice a day, then there was also swimming and occupational therapy, although that was actually unnecessary. It still did me good." / "Incredible." I would have really liked to help you more…“/“it's not a big deal, now you have a new protégé”/ “yes, and as you've seen, he's quite ambitious”.

``` "Was it always like that?" / "No, he had bad days now and then, when everything was too much for him." Simone nodded understandingly. "That's normal; sometimes you feel like nothing's going right. I'll definitely talk to him again, and maybe I can share some things with him that helped me." Jordan looked at Simone with a satisfied smile. He was still proud that she had managed to walk again. "He'll certainly thank you for it later…" Simone smiled a little shyly but then wanted to change the subject. "So… have you met anyone here yet?"

A slight smile playing on his lips, and glanced down at the tabletop. “No, nothing’s come of it so far. I’m pretty busy with work at the moment, so… I don’t really have the time for that sort of thing…” “I see, yes, you’re certainly always busy. Back then you were working for someone yourself, and now you’re self-employed… That’s great.” / “Well, I could theoretically hire someone else. But it's hard to find good people, so I only take on patients up to a certain maximum" / "mhm, otherwise you'd eventually burn yourself out".

"Yeah, that's right. I want to have at least a little free time. And you're apparently alone too, otherwise you would have brought someone with you, right?" Simone held her breath for a moment, as she hadn't expected a follow-up question. Then she breathed again and continued speaking normally. "Oh, yeah… I… I wanted to finish school first, the rehab… I met some really nice people there, including guys, but… It just wasn't for me." / "Okay… well, maybe you'll find someone here…" / "Yeah… Maybe…". Then she fell silent.

After the conversation at the table, Jordan eventually got up and took the empty glass and the beer can into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Simone wandered around the living room for a bit, admiring the furnishings. Then the two of them got back to talking and chatted about the past. How funny therapy sessions sometimes were. "And then you twisted your back so much that you thought you needed a therapist yourself" / "Oh my God, that you still remember that, hahaha, oh yeah, I really failed there" / "Oh, nonsense…".

"We had a good time. I put you through the wringer, I know." / "No, you didn't, it was all necessary. I really owe you a lot, Jordan. And I'd like to repay you sometime…" / "How about… a nice meal?" / "If that's enough for you, then sure." / "Good. But don't go to any trouble or inconvenience, okay?" She looked at him and shook her head. "I won't."

It was almost like a small blessing for Simone. And yet, somehow, it was torture to be standing in front of Jordan. She longed to simply hug him, to run her fingers through his handsome blond hair. She had imagined being close to him countless times. But she's afraid of crossing a line. "May I take a look at what you have in the fridge? Then I could make us dinner." / "Yes, of course.".

Later. Unfortunately, Simone didn't find much in Jordan's kitchen to cook a balanced meal. She had expected a fridge full of fruits and vegetables… "I'm sorry, I was actually planning to go shopping today. But then you suddenly showed up at my office…" / "Oh great, now it's my fault we can't eat healthily *giggle*. We can go shopping together tomorrow," Simone suggested. Apparently, the idea occurred to him, and he nodded. "Yes, sure." .He apparently liked the idea and nodded. "Yes, sure."

After dinner, they said their goodbyes and went to sleep. And the night passed peacefully. So did the next few days. The fridge was restocked. Simone arranged to meet Robin, and at their meeting, which took place shortly afterward, she was able to share some advice with him based on her own experience. Both for his current situation and for "afterward." And they planned to do some exercises and take some steps together.

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Episode 149: Jordan & Simone (Part 2/2)

cw: nudity

The exercises Simone did with Robin over the following weeks went so well that he was able to go back to school. He used a walker, but it didn't bother him anymore. After all, it allowed him to actively participate in class again. Nobody laughed at him; on the contrary, everyone helped to make everything as comfortable as possible for him. Even though it sometimes felt almost overwhelming, he still couldn't have enough good friends.

Now Simone had also been living with Jordan for some time. But it was becoming harder and harder for her to "bear" his presence. There was so much she had wanted to tell him on the very first day. But so far, she hadn't found the courage or the time. So she had another almost sleepless night and sat nervously on the sofa that morning. "Hey, good morning…"

"Is everything okay? You're sitting here in the silence… No radio, no television…" Simone shrugged slightly but couldn't look him in the eye. "Oh, it's… It's nothing, everything's okay." "Are you sure?" he asked calmly, his head tilted. "Yes… No, oh… Jordan… you just haven't changed…" / "Um… In what way? Do you… have some kind of problem with me?" / "Nooo… You… You're still the totally lovely person I first met. Hhh, it's okay, alright? I'll find my own place soon."

"But… I told you you could stay as long as you wanted… You don't want to move back into your car, do you? And as you know, everything here is ridiculously expensive. With your current salary, it would take you forever to afford your own place. Simone…" / "I'm sorry, Jordan…" She couldn't even look at him; instead, she stood up…

As she walked past him, he grabbed one of her arms from behind. "Simone, hey…if I've done anything wrong, or if you don't like it here for any other reason, then we can talk about it." She felt his grip tighten a little, and she was mesmerized. "Jordan…it's not that simple, it…you haven't done anything wrong…" She struggled to find the right words… "Then please at least explain it to me…" he said pleadingly… "It…It's because of…you…".

She felt him gradually loosen his grip again… "Because of me? Simone…" With difficulty, she slowly brought out the long-suppressed thoughts and words. "Jordan, I… It's been so long, I was… almost still a child. And I've been… trying so hard not to think about you…" She stared at the front door while he stood behind her, breathing softly. The worst part was that his lack of response only made her more nervous. But then something changed in his demeanor… "You were thinking about me?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly calm, his hand loosening even further and resting gently on hers. His other hand slowly moved around her waist. He could feel her trembling slightly.

He stood very close behind her, and she could feel his body slowly and gently pressing against hers. His face was briefly at her hair, and he took in her pleasant scent. He took a deep breath and demanded an answer. "Hm?" / "I… I know that wasn't right, you… You always took such incredible care of me, and… I could hardly wait to see you again." He was silent for a few seconds, his thoughts drifting back to the time when he was still her therapist. Yes, one couldn't have gone any further at that point. "What else were you thinking about?" he asked, almost whispering.

When she didn't answer, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her toward him. She looked into his eyes briefly, but then quickly looked away again. He let her. .. "What were still you thinking about, sweetie? That I look at you… touch you…" He stroked her, "like this?…" She got goosebumps and eventually answered him. "Yes, Jordan, I… I've wanted this for so long…" Her voice trembled and she felt her heart beat faster, which made her breathing quicken. "What else?" He toyed with her a little, because he knew what she wanted. But he wanted to prolong it a little longer.

Even with her eyes closed, Simone could feel his breath; he was closer to her than ever before. “Kiss me, please, kiss me, Jordan, just once…” He came so close that he could feel her rapid breathing, too. Then he touched her lips, just fleetingly, wanting to tease her a little. Her body trembled with desire. "No, please…" she pleaded. A faint smile crossed his face as he still saw her closed eyes. But then he finally gave in to his little game. He kissed her again, but this time the way she—and he—wanted.

Jordan briefly considered that he could have continued this little game a little longer. But instead, he continued kissing her, with the same intensity, which he slowly, little by little, increased. And he realized that this was exactly what she wanted. When he suddenly saw her again in his office after so many years, it stirred something in him that hadn't been there before. And now they were no longer therapist and patient, but adults with strong needs.

Everything happened almost automatically. Jordan grabbed Simone by the bottom and pulled her onto the sofa. As they kissed, his hands wandered down her body. But it wasn't just his hands whose touch she enjoyed. His lips longed to cover every inch of her soft skin. "Mmm, God, you smell so good, sweetie…" he said, as her fingers slowly dug into his shoulders. "I want you," she whispered pleadingly.

It was just a moment. A moment in which they both decided to stop waiting for what they so desperately desired. She stood up, almost frantically, which made him chuckle softly. Then she undressed in front of him and stood for a moment. He gazed at her naked body, kissing her stomach, which made her moan softly and run her fingers through his hair. Then he leaned back, undressed completely as well, and pulled her back onto his lap… Longing and desire were what drove them both.

Simone got everything she had wanted for years. His undivided attention. His body. Every day she thought of him. Every day she longed for his voice, his smile, and his blue eyes. "Jordan…" / "Shh, relax… Yes, that's good. My sweet…" There was this tiny little thing she'd kept from him, but he noticed and was careful. He entered her, first a little, then more, until she'd gotten used to the still unfamiliar sensation. And everything continued instinctively, slowly, with growing desire on both sides.

Later,. Exhausted and with an extra dose of endorphins, the two sat on the sofa after their lovemaking. But for a moment, Simone still had an uneasy feeling. “Should… Should I have told you?” He looked at her seriously, but a smile immediately followed as he stroked her. “That you were still a virgin? That would have only embarrassed you even more, wouldn't it?" Simone appreciated how gently he had treated her all along. Emotionally, physically. "You… You've been with a lot of women, haven't you?" / "Is that important to you?" / "No… Yes,… In a way, it is. You… You're a man… Such a handsome man." Her words flattered him, and he held her hand… "And you're incredible, you know that?"

"Am I?"/ "You've never considered yourself anything special, always been modest... But you are... stunning, exciting, sexy. You've accomplished so much. After all, you had a serious accident and now you're completely healthy..." Her eyes welled up when she heard his words. Then she stroked his face. "Would you have wanted me if I had come to your practice in a wheelchair?" He looked at her. And then answered as honestly as he could. "Even if it might have meant a few limitations for us, but... Yes. You made a special impression on me from the very beginning. Do you want more? I'm taking the day off today."/ "Hm... Yes."... Satisfied, she hugged him and from that moment on finally felt truly at home.

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NOTE: We won't be seeing much more of these two from now on; they only appear rarely in the story. I still hope you enjoyed these two short special episodes.

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Episode 143: Jordan

A few weeks later. It's Saturday morning, just before 10:00 a.m. While Leni plays with her ball outside, there's already a lot of activity inside the house. Robin is now receiving intensive physiotherapy every day, except Sundays. Whether he wants it or not. This is certainly unusual; normally, one receives physiotherapy two to three times a week. But in his case, it was apparently particularly important to treat everything intensively.

"Good morning, I wanted to pick up Robin. I hope you don't mind if it's a little early today." / "Oh, no… No, no, that's perfectly fine… He's upstairs, you know the way." / "Hehe, yes." The young man, who has become a welcome sight here, . headed towards the stairs. And Bella and Tessa, in particular, are always very pleased to see this nice man who is sticking to the rigorous therapy schedule with Robin. He is confident, motivated, and he… looks good.

"Did he do the exercises I gave him as homework?"/ "Yes, he grumbled a bit, but he knows it's necessary. Alexander helped him."/ "I hope not too much; the real strength has to come from himself."/ "He knows that too…"/ "Believe me, if he sticks to everything, we'll have him back on his feet in no time."… Jordan Mitchell is his name.

Jordan went upstairs and helped Robin get dressed. He then always picked him up himself and carried him to his car to drive him to his practice. "Seriously, you'll be drooling by now. When are you going to stop?" / "Hey, who's always staring like that? Hnhn, but he really is a handsome guy." / "Yes, and he's really good at his job, so we should stop gawking." /…

Not only Jordan and Robin were on their way, but Alexander was also allowed to accompany them to the therapy session. The drive didn’t take very long. everyone was surprised and grateful that there was such a good practice nearby. Jordan is self-employed and his own boss. In recent weeks, progress has been made to the point where Robin can sit upright again, albeit still somewhat unsteadily.

Upon arriving at the practice, they went straight to the therapy room. Everything was spacious and bright. He first helped Robin into the wheelchair he had set up for his patients. "Hey, I know you can't stand this thing, but for starters, you have to at least learn to use it, okay? Today you get to choose: mat or therapy table?" / "Hh… on the floor."

Jordan took out the mat, which was well-suited for floor exercises, and unrolled it on the floor. Then he took Robin out of the wheelchair and laid him down on the floor. He then grabbed some towels for his head to make him somewhat comfortable. Physical therapy can sometimes be gentle, but it can also be painful. That's not necessarily a bad thing. The exercises are usually the same, which is also extremely important for muscle memory.

During some exercises, Robin grimaced because they were quite uncomfortable for him. "I know it'll pull, but try to push against it, okay? That worked well last time…"/"I didn't notice it."/ "Well, who's the expert here? I can feel the slightest vibrations under my hands, so… Your muscles are pretty weak, they need some activation, and only you can generate that. It's all in your head, you want to walk, right?"/"Yes, it's just difficult."/ "Believe me, the more often you do the movements, the easier it will become."

Alexander isn’t always present at the therapy sessions. After all, he has to go to school in the mornings, and in the afternoons he can continue the exercises at home. “I know it’s difficult; your body hasn’t been able to show much, if any, initiative for a long time. And just moving it around a bit won’t help, okay? At least you can already sit up straight, which is very good,” Jordan said as he gently stretched Robin’s muscles.

Jordan was right about what he said. Robin has been working very hard these past few weeks, especially with his upper body. Nothing is paralyzed, just sleeping. His mind is alert, but his body is lagging behind. He needs to catch up. And sometimes it feels incredibly heavy, as if a huge boulder were lying on top of him, especially on his legs.

"We need to focus more on your legs in the coming weeks, okay? You can do the upper body exercises at home. I gave you the resistance bands specifically for that." / "Mhm… Okay… ouch, what was that?" / "Hn, proof that everything's still intact. Do it again… Yes, exactly like that, that's how it should be next week. Now we'll do the other side. Would you like to lie down on the treatment table then?" / "No… that's enough for today." / "Okay, I'll let you rest for a bit and then I'll drive you borh home.".

After Jordan left the room, Alexander turned back to his friend. “Hey… it was exhausting, I know, but he’s right. Besides, he has to push himself to his limits, we did that with our arms too, and…” / “Shut up, okay? I’m just unmotivated today, that’s all. It’ll be better on Monday, I promise.” / “Hmm. I’ll remind you of that. Hey, you have two months and ten days, otherwise I’m sending the tickets back.” / “No, no, please don’t, I want to see him.” Alexander grinned a little, knowing that Robin really liked Toxic and wanted to see him live for once. Just like him. He just wanted to keep him motivated and in good spirits.

The boys made it clear from the start that they were a couple. So, for Jordan, it wasn't a strange sight to see them so close. "Everything's still working, there's just a blockage. Rebuilding his muscle strength is important. He just needs to be a bit more motivated. But I think he's on the right track…" He waited until they were both finished. Then he took them home.

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Full name: Jordan Mitchell

Nicknames: Daddy (by Bernard, Gia, and Jacob) Grandpa (by Sarah and Jo)

Birth Place: Gladstone, Australia

Birthday: July 30, 1935 (age 60)

Occupation: Retired

Family: Joanna Mitchell (granddaughter), Sarah Mitchell (granddaughter), Jacob Mitchell (son), Gia Mitchell (daughter), Bernard Mitchell (son), Quinn Martinez (granddaughter), Erin Martinez (granddaughter), Lula Mitchell (granddaughter)

Romances: June Miller (future love interest), Gina Mitchell (ex wife)

Friends: Kitty Forman, Red Forman, William Barnett

Enemies: TBD

First Appearance: TBD

Last Appearance: TBD