The Story of Mark & Lisa Ch. 1: Cougar-rific - Sex Stories

The Story of Mark & Lisa Ch. 1: Cougar-rific

As a man with physical limitations that I was born with, I never had any real luck- especially when it came to searching for that special lady. The problem was I had been turned down a lot. But one day in the fall of 1999, that would ALL change. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi, my name is Mark McAllister . I was born with a physical disability with limitations, so growing up wasn't always easy for me compared to most others. However, some people might say I'm smarter then most. And to be honest, they're right. I graduated from high school in 1990, with a GPA of 3.4. Therefore, I was accepted at some of the colleges within a couple of hundred miles from where I was born & raised in SE. Michigan. Although I came from a working class family, I was still able to get in on a full-ride scholarship for people with disabilities & linitations. So after all of the accommodations I was able to get, I was on my way. So I was able to accomplish more than what a lot of people had expected. And after about five years of college, I was able to earn a double major in both literature and marketing. In addition while I was in college, I also took a couple of vocational classes to enhance my techniques in the work field. These are the skills that will help me in the long run. After graduation, I got a job working at a bookstore at the regional medical center not far from where I grew up. So now I have everthing, well, ...

... almost. You see, I still haven't found that Mrs. Right. So sometimes after work, I would meet up once in a while after work. Since I worked the later shift at the hospital, I was able to go out and not worry about having to wake up as early. Even more so, I would work a four-day, 40 hour work week. So this was even more convenient for me since me and some of my work friends (as well as some of my old friends too) would meet up at the bowling alley on Thursday evening. We would do this for a few years though, while most of us were still single. But that would all change in more ways than one for some of us, me in particular. One night in mid-April I was driving home from work, when an older-modeled car crossed the double yellow line and hit me head-on. They said I was out for a couple of weeks in a medically-induced coma. It wasn't till the first week in May that I woke up. Though the fractures I sustained have healed, I was still weak. I would spent another month in the hospital for tense physical and occupational therapy. Finally, I was able to go home Memorial day weekend where I would continue my recuperation and re overy. As it turned out, the person who hit me after crossing the double-yellow was a younger gentleman. Sadly, his death caused the crash. Then I found out that he had a rare brain aneurysm, something his family nor his primary doctor even knew about. He was only 21 years old. But finally by Labor Day weekend, I was cleared to drive and go back to work. So it was ...