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- A Six
Chapter Erotic Story

by 
Mia Perry © All
rights reserved.
This book is a work of
fiction.  Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely
coincidental.
Erotic, for adults, 18+ only

“Paul?” I open my
eyes and ask.

“Sorry, Linda, I thought you were…”  I can barely hear his
voice.

“Paul, this is real.” I whisper.  “It’s Jean’s heart.  You
know it is.”

I can feel Jean in my body now.

Gosh… Is this her love or
MINE
?

I’m so confused.

Read my story to see what’s going on…

Chapter
One

Chapter
Two

Chapter
Three

Chapter
Four

Chapter
Five

Chapter
Six

I don’t know why but after my heart transplant, I feel I’m
someone’s wife.  And I want to see the man—the heart donor’s husband.  To my
surprise, he said
no
.  Why?

Soon after my 19
^th
birthday, I have chest pain
often.  I’m short of breath, too.  I have a cough my doctor can’t cure.  After
a few visits, I become more and more short of breath and my chest pain grows even
more.

Six days later, I was admitted to the hospital, where I
later had two heart attacks.  I was diagnosed as having fluid in my chest that
was affecting my heart.  A little later, I was told I had cardiomyopathy, a disease
that causes my heart to enlarge.

I still remember that Sunday.  It was a beautiful summer
morning but I was struggling for my life.  I was told I had about five days
unless I received a heart transplant. 

I look outside.  I see blue sky and white clouds.  I have
been on the waiting list for a while.  Every day, I was hoping some magic might
happen, but it didn’t.  My body is weakening by the minute.  My life is all
suffer and struggle. 

I try to tell myself, “Linda, you can’t give up.  If you
give up, you have nothing.”    

But then I feel I have nothing to give up anyway.  Yes, I’m
only twenty year old.  But I have nothing except for pain.  Friends come to see
me, bringing their boyfriends.  Their smiles are so happy.  Their voices are so
sweet.  They want to pass me a message: Keep your life going, love and
happiness are waiting for you.

Right.  If I can recover at all.

With only five days left, what can I expect? 
Nothing
. 
All I want is to die without too much pain.  But that seems impossible, too.

I want to see myself one last time but I’m so scared.  I
must look awful.  Finally, I make up my mind and press the button.

A nurse rushes in.  I look at her. “Bella?”
“Yes, my dear?” Bella smiles at me.
I swallow hard. After a long while, I say, “Can you please bring me a mirror?”
“Sure, my dear.”

She uses a warm towel to cover my face for a while.  “This
will make your skin look smoother.”  She tries to make me feel good.

Then, she combs my hair carefully.  “Did you know? One
trendy hair style for this summer is spray-painted ponytail.  It comes with a
mix of red, brown, purple, green, and yellow.  Some girls’ hair looks like
rainbow.”  She tries to make me smile.

I shake my head lightly.  I don’t know and I don’t care. 
I’ve decided to give up.  I’m too tired.

“Like some makeup?” she asks softly.

I shake my head again.  I want to see the true me.

“Let’s try a tiny bit lipstick, okay?”

I nod.

Bella carefully works on my lips.  “There,” She smiles after
a long while.

She passes me her makeup mirror.  My heart races. 
Am I
going to see a bad looking girl?
  I take a deep breath and raise the
mirror.  I look carefully… not too bad.

My checks are all pale.  Maybe I should have let Bella apply
some makeup?  But it’s too late now.  My lips are all naturally pink.  I really
like them.  My eyes are big.  Too big. 

“Thank you, Bella,” I whisper, passing back her mirror.

“Have some rest, Linda, and let me know if you need anything
else.”

“Linda, wake up.  I have some good news for you.”  It’s
Bella’s soft voice.

Am I dreaming again?  I have had so much “good news” in the
last couple months.  But by the end, it’s either a dream, or the good news
turned bad for God knows what medical reasons. 

Easy, Linda.
  I learned to calm myself down. 
People
are trying to help. Aren’t they?

I open my eyes and see Bella.  “Linda, my dear,” Bella
sounds so excited.  “Let’s get ready for the surgery.”

…

…

The doctor is looking at me.  “Linda.”  He smiles.  “I’m Doctor
Brysen Miller and I have good news for you.”  He stops for a moment and then
continues, “We have found a perfect match for your heart.  But I have to get
your permission before we can begin the surgery.”

I get so excited I almost have a heart attack right away.  
My
permission?
  Sure.  “Yes, please, Doctor, you have my permission.”

“But I have to inform you the associated risks.”  He waves
his hand when he sees me trying to say something.  “Although heart transplant
surgery is a life-saving measure, it has many risks, including failure of the
donor heart, transplant rejection, complication from medicines, infection,
cancer, and problems that arise from not following a lifelong care plan after
the surgery.”

The explanation seems going forever.  Finally, he asks me to
sign, which I do right away.

The last thing I remember is a long needle pushing into my
arm. I wake up feeling thirsty.  I try to move my body but all the tubes give
me great pain.

Finally, I’m out of the hospital.  And finally, I recover
after resting at home.

It is a beautiful spring morning.  I sit in front of the
window.  The sunshine is warm.  The air is fresh and wet.  A squirrel is
running up and down the tree.

I take a sip of my black coffee.  But I feel it’s so
tasteless.  I want to add some cream and… sugar.  My heart sinks. 
What’s
going on?
 I have never wanted any cream and sugar in my coffee.  I know
they are bad for my health and look.  Why do I feel the strong need now?  A
need, or desire, that has being growing for the last couple of weeks.

There are many odd things happening to me, too.  For
example, I want to eat pumpkin pies and cut my hair short.  Isn’t this odd? 
I’ve never tried pumpkin pie and I’ve always liked long hair.

Worse of all, I begin to feel I’m a wife.  Yes, a
wife
. 
I don’t even have a boyfriend yet.  How can I feel like a wife?  I used to stay
late in bed.  But now I get up early because I feel the need to milk cows and
prepare breakfast for my husband. 

Milking cows?
  I have never touched a cow in my life
and I always buy the milk from the supermarket. 
Getting milk from a cow? Is
she going to kick me or… step on me?
  I don’t get it.

Maybe my body is trying to get use to the new heart.  I know
the risk of transplant rejection.  I’m so lucky it didn’t happen.  But maybe
the process of my body accepting the heart is a bit bumpy so I have these weird
feelings?

I’m so grateful for the donor and her family.  I’ve learned
the donor was a wife who died in a car accident.  I want to thank her and her
family for giving me a second life.

I call the transplant center where my surgery was
performed.  They informed me to write to the Organ Procurement Organization of the
city.  I write a letter expressing my thanks and asking to meet the donor’s
family to thank them in person.

After two weeks of painful waiting, I receive a letter, that
says:

Dear Ms. Simon,

Thank you for your touching letter.  I’m glad to know you
are recovering well.  I’m sure my late wife, Jean, is glad to know that her
heart can help you enjoy your life better.

I’ll pass your thanks to Jean in my dreams.  Meanwhile,
please accept my apology for not being able to meet you.  My wife means so much
to me, facing her heart, alive, is too challenging for me.

I wish you all the best…

Sincerely,

Paul Wintour

I put down the letter and then pick it up again.  I read
carefully word by word.  I feel so bad for Paul.  He lost his wife but he
doesn’t have the courage to face his wife’s heart.  How much pain and sorrow
does he have?

I think for a while and then write a letter back:

Dear Mr. Wintour,

Thank you for your letter!  I feel your pain.  Meanwhile,
I believe Jean will be glad to know that you get close to her heart again one
day, feeling her via this unbelievable connection.

By the way, I feel my new heart has changed me.  For
example, I want cream and sugar with my coffee.  Also, I feel the need to milk
cows.  Do you know why?

I really appreciate it if you can share fifteen minutes
of your valuable time with me to allow me to express my gratefulness in person.

Thank you so much for your consideration!

Sincerely,

Linda Simon

Soon, I receive a letter with only one sentence:

Please let me know the best time for you.  I’m available
all the time.

We have been chatting for a while.  “Want one more coffee?” He
smiles.

“Yes, please.”  I smile.

“Cream and sugar?” he asks.
Again?
  I swallow. 
Sure, why not?
  But… didn’t I promise to try
only
one
?  They are definitely too heavy for me.

“Yes?”  Paul asks.
“Ahh… ye… yes.” Finally, I make up my mind.

“Thank you, Paul,” I take a sip.  Wow…, I have to admit, the
cream and sugar does make my coffee much smoother.  “Paul,” I ask.  “You said
Jean and you had to milk the cows every day?”

“Yup.”  Paul smiles.  “That’s a lot of work.”

“You have to squeeze the bo…?”  I almost said
boobs
. 
Luckily, I stop just in time.  I blush because that makes me think of someone
squeeze a human’s—you know what I mean, don’t you?     

“You mean to squeeze the teats?”  Paul smiles.  “Sure.  But
we have the milking machines now.”

“Wow...” I saw those machines on TV.  Suddenly, I realize
one peculiar thing. “Do you…” I’m not sure if I should ask.

“‘Do you’ what?” Paul looks at me.