The Heart - Sex Stories

The Heart

... puzzled. “You wouldn’t have liked me if you knew me last year. You would have thought I was a worthless scumbag.” “Really? Why, what do you mean?” He looked away before turning his eyes back to Emily. “I was a mess. I drank a lot. Smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, ate the slop at the fast food places, man, I was a regular. I was twenty pounds overweight and I always had a bad heart, ever since I was a kid, but then in the last few years I started having trouble breathing. I was always tired, could hardly get out of bed in the morning. I drank during the day, something I shouldn’t have done because I drove a truck. Well, to cut to the chase, I wrecked the truck, got fired, lost my license and there I was out of work, then the woman I lived with at the time kicked me out because of the drinking, and she wasn’t the first one who kicked me out, then one day, I collapsed right on the street. They took me to the emergency ward, then to intensive care and that’s when they told me my heart was shot. They said I wouldn’t make it unless I had a heart transplant.” “That’s some story,” Emily said. “Well, I was lucky. I was transferred to the University of Pennsylvania Hospital where they have specialists who do transplants and they put me into this computer system that finds organs for people--you know, matches them up, but they couldn’t find one with my blood type and other stuff that has to be right. I was always under oxygen and couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was weak. My time ...

... was running out and I was sure it was all over for me. Then one day there was this big commotion around me and they rushed me into the operating room, telling me they just found a heart that was a good match. They said I probably wouldn’t have made it until the weekend if they hadn’t found a heart. It was flown to the hospital from I don’t know where and that’s the story. They were pretty sure my body wouldn’t reject it. I had to stop smoking and drinking and the strange thing is, it was easy. I was in the hospital after the transplant for six weeks and couldn’t get cigarettes or booze, but I also didn’t have the craving I used to have, didn’t miss it one bit. “Anyway, since the operation I feel like a different person and now I just have to go back every few months for checkups. That’s where I went yesterday. I had to take the bus because I still don’t have a license. Now, I just ride my bike places and take long walks. It’s good exercise for me.” “Wow, you’re lucky.” “I am and I remember after the operation, I’d look out the hospital window and the trees looked so green and the sky looked so blue, the clouds looked so white. Everything was glowing and I felt like I had suddenly been born again, not in the Christian born again way, but like everything was different, like I was seeing life for the first time.” Emily could feel the excitement in his voice. She had never seen him so animated. He always seemed so reserved, so shy, so quiet, though she noticed the energetic way he ...