A note from the ward…Emergency Ward 10 that is…Frimley Park Hospital
Despite being prone and in traction, (Ever wondered how hard it is to type lying down?) and having student nurses insist on giving me bed baths every three hours, (I think they enjoy my involuntary reactions). Well at least I think they do, they seem to giggle a lot. Here I am, heroically putting a DHN together (Miz Penny please note)
And how did I get here? Well, as you know, being a man I am not one to complain but, back pain needs help. So, I took Candles advice and stuck heated pads on the offending area, threw Ibrobufen and valium tablets and a large scotch down me, and went to bed.
In an effort to cheer me up, the present Mrs Jack decided (as I was lying on my back), to show off her latest hobby to me. As this is pony riding, she also demonstrated her technique by straddling me. Her enthusiasm nearly had her falling off, though fortunately I had a restraining item that enabled her to remain located. Sadly, this locating item soon suffered from hydraulic failure, spraying her with fluid. Much to her annoyance I assume, as she seemed to scream a lot.
Never one to be put off, the present Mrs Jack then worked hard on the offending hydraulic failure, resuming normal functioning about a half hour later. Remembering that Miz Penny suggested ‘throwin a leg over’ I proceeded to do just that. But, no sooner was I located in the ‘missionary position’ than the ‘back’ decided to go into spasm, locking me in excruciating and unmoveable pain. We were locked together.
Fortunately Mrs Jack had her mobile to hand, (she often enjoys a chat during sex to pass the time) and, as we were unable to move, called the emergency services. As luck would have it, the paramedics had no muscle relaxants with them to enable me to move or dismount. We had to go to the hospital. They then, despite have some form of convulsions of their own to deal with, and using remarkable initiative, bounced us both onto a stretcher. Thankfully, a large blanket covered us both, and only a red glow from Mrs Jack face could be seen faintly glowing underneath as they carried us through Accident and Emergency. I was surprised at the spontaneous applause from waiting patients as we passed.
After sufficient painkillers were administered to my bare behind, easily accessible as it was, we were released from our embrace. Mrs Jack disappeared rather quickly I thought, as I was then put into traction. So, there you have it. Thank you Miz Penny, don’t give up the day job, huh?
VORTEX/Synopsis
Jack Thompson revelled in his lifestyle; he had, after all, everything he could desire. Moreover, together with a loving family and a comfortable life, he was as most of us are, softly detached from the harsher realities of life. Jack was unlike the majority though, as he actively sought out the sharper risks, the dangers that provided him with his rewards, that gave him that extra thrill. But then, when tragedy struck, he found himself in a far, far darker world. Forced then through vicious circumstance to examine the hard underside of society, he found that violence and death would never be more than a small mistake away. As he becomes aware of the depths of corruption that often threaten his very existence, a vortex of events propels him through emotional turmoil, revenge and international intrigue. Eventually, remorselessly, he is pushed towards joining in a far greater struggle, beyond mere personal retribution or reward. True independence can often be a self-delusional myth, which sometimes leads to deadly consequences. In the end, we must all pay a price for our actions. And that price, as Jack Thompson finds out, can be high.
I am sending off the manuscript of just the first chapters to some agents today..wish me luck! Any way the synopsis could be improved ya think?
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