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Two aluminum crutches were tucked under her arms, making her look vulnerable. I stopped, stared at these old fashioned devices, and wondered when I had last seen someone walking on crutches. I blinked and stared at her, feeling that I look like an idiot right now. “Yes, literally,” she said and crutched toward the intersection. She nodded sadly and slipped her crutches from under her arms. “The next building to the right,” she said and rewarded me with a broad smile. The old man that was standing beside the entrance held the door open for us and stared lewdly at the girl’s legs. Then I noticed that her other eye looked absolutely normal. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked feeling my heart speed up a bit.
After that, she helped Nicole take off her panties and draped something that looked like a towel over her pelvic area. “It’s too late to worry about that now?” Nadja replied and looked at the screen again. Nicole turned her head aside, trying to hide the disappointment in her expression or maybe her moistening eyes. A minute later, Nicole’s waist was bandaged completely, as well as her hips. I have to go now,” Nadja said and knocked on Nicole’s bandaged hip. “You need someone who can take care of you,” the doctor said, looking suspiciously at me. “I know that, Nadja.” Nicole replied with exasperation, and made an unsuccessful effort to turn on her side.
My hands supporting her casted hips, her breasts pressed against my chest, her hands resting calmly on my shoulders, her breath tickling my neck. “Peter, I have to tell you something,” she said and turned on one side to look at me. Nicole pulled herself into a sitting position and waited to be examined. After the cast was removed, Nicole stretched in the bed and tried to move her stiffened legs. “You need to do some exercises,” Nadja said and checked the flexibility of Nicole’s hip joints. “OK,” I said, trying not to look at her perfect (at least from outside), half-naked body. “You have to use the wheelchair,” I said and supported her back with my hand.
She was lying motionless on the bed, her good eye fixed pensively on the ceiling. “Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?” she asked. She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye. “Could you please bring me a glass of water?” she said. Her body felt limp and surprisingly tender in my arms as I lifted her into sitting position. “No, I just want to fuck you,” I said nervously. “Do you want to know what happened to me?” she asked. “Why are you torturing yourself like that?” I asked,” You must stop thinking about the past!” “You want to scare me or what?” I said merrily.
“I don’t think I can climb these steps,” Jill said flatly. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said and retrieved her crutches as I was holding the door open for her. “A cast,” Jill said with a smile and made her way out of the elevator. “The way you walk scares me,” the girl said, sniffing pitifully, then added,” Are you going to walk like that all the time?” “Where is your mom, Erica?” Jill asked and headed to the door of her apartment. “When my Barbie doll broke her leg, daddy fixed it,” the little girl said proudly. “My leg was fixed too,” Jill said. “It doesn’t really look fixed,” Erica said distrustfully.
The strange thought urged him to look up at her face again. Oh, I’m so clumsy,’ she said and cradled her left arm in her lap, rubbing her wrist. ‘It wasn’t that bad after all,’ she said and reached out to take the shoe. For a brief moment he thought he had seen these cute little toes before, even though they were barely visible now, hidden under the black stocking. Thank you.’ She was about to turn on her heels and leave, when he mumbled, ‘I think we have seen each…’ ‘What?’ he asked, and then noticed that her left knee was bent with her foot barely touching the ground, unable to support her weight.
I pushed the door wide open and the girl slid past me, entering the elevator. “What floor?” I asked, pulling the wooden grate closed. The elevator creaked , and then stopped between the fourth and the fifth floor. My feet took off the floor and everything before my eyes grew blurry. Then my eyes managed to discern a vague light spot, probably her shirt. I got hold of the heel of her shoe, which had stabbed my shoulder. “My ankle is a bit stiff, and it started aching a little,” she said. Moreover… my ankle hurts terribly, and it’s swollen I think.” I tore a strip from my shirt and started wrapping her ankle with it. “Are your legs adjusted?” I asked.
“My bones can predict the weather,” she said and smiled. She bent her left knee and her heel popped out of her shoe. “We can’t change the weather, right?” she said and managed a nervous smile. Her left leg was put in a brace, her knee locked straight. “Yep,” she said and made her way to the elevator, clumsily dragging her braced leg. Nicole was walking slower than before, making funny half-circles with her braced leg. “I think I know what your problem is,” Arthur said. “Shoot!” Nicole said and cocked her head to one side. “Don’t you like me?” Nicole said flirtatiously. “Would you mind me helping you cross the street?” Arthur said, ignoring me. “I’m not your master,” she said with a sad voice.
I moved aside as the paramedics brought a stretcher and placed it beside Jill. Jill pointed at her thigh and looked aside. My eyes fixed on the delicate arch of her foot, then on the outlines of her toes, visible through the black stocking. At the same time, the paramedics slipped the splint under Jill’s leg. A minute later, he slipped his hand under her calf, lifted her injured leg slightly and pulled the splint out. “Now we have to X-ray your leg,” Pratt said, and threw the torn remnants of the stocking away. “Great,” Jill said with a tremulous voice. “Thank you very much,” I said and smiled at Jill as she was wheeled out.
“Hi, I’m Hanna,” she said and winked mischievously at me. “Wow, what a nice brace you have!” exclaimed Hanna and bent over to examine it more closely. Hanna continued eyeing the brace. “By the way your toes look extremely suckable. Nicole shuddered, then smoothed her skirt with both hands in a nervous gesture. “You seem to be well informed,” I said, eyeing Hanna suspiciously. When her moans mixed with painful growls, I let her rest, turning my attention to her cute little toes. And I used to lick her insoles and heels, which looked nice even with all those traction pins stuck in. “Hanna, please stop,” said Nicole. “Come on, let’s go to bed together, the three of us,” Hanna chirruped.
John was fine with that, but what surprised him was that she avoided talking about Mrs. Tandy. John didn’t know anything about Mrs. Tandy, and he had never even seen her. “Have a seat, and please don’t stare at me like that!” Mrs. Tandy said. “It’s nice to see you Mrs. Tandy,” John said. “You can leave us now, Norma,” Mrs. Tandy said. “You should not worry about such things, Mrs. Tandy.” John said. “My name is John,” he said, staring at her bare left shoulder. “Mrs. Tandy, are you ok?” John said and guided the straw to her lips.
“We have to place her on the table over there!” Pratt said to the nurse. “Could you please ask Moira to help us?” the doctor said. The doctor pulled a padded bar from under the stool, and adjusted it so that it propped up the calf of her injured leg. “The good news is that the fracture is not displaced and there is no need of surgery,” the doctor added. “This makes me brimming with joy,” Jill said scornfully. “I was reluctant to do it myself so I asked a big pick-up truck to help me,” Jill explained mockingly. “It seems you are serious,” Jill said and looked intently at the doctor. “We have only white fiberglass now,” Pratt said as he finished with the wadding.
I propped her casted leg on a stool, stole a glance at her toes and handed her the remote control. She kicked her pump off and rested her right leg on the couch, then glared angrily at the cast. “I like this predicament of yours,” I said and knocked on the cast. “I know you can’t forgive me,” she said and withdrew her hand. “George, how long do I have to wait?” she said just before I handed her the t-shirt. Five minutes later, she appeared, leaning on her crutches, and dressed only with a t-shirt and a cast. Don’t be silly!” she said, and her casted toes curled up as if to convey some kind of emotion.
Then I noticed that her right eye looked normal again. You don’t look very well,” I said, sitting beside her. “I have cramps,” she said and shuddered, "It is normal, don’t worry about it!” Right before my eyes, her body sprang to life. My hands slid up her legs, feeling the shape of her exquisite muscles. I turned my attention to her right breast, while trying to unbutton my jeans. “It looks really cute,” I interjected quickly and slowly withdrew my hand. “You don’t need to explain,” I said and pulled down her panties, "just let me do what you want me to do.” “I think … I have a big problem,” she said and her body started to shake with sobs.
Her hand felt soft and warm in his. “You were so kind to me,” she said and smoothly withdrew her hand. “I didn’t want to offend you,” he said, drowning in her green eyes. He started wringing his hands, and then said: Her eyes bulged and her good hand shot up to stop him. “Yes, but I can control my craziness,” he said and smiled. “What are you doing?” she asked, turning her eyes down in a futile attempt to see his hands. He took his hand back, then looked anxiously at her pale face. She just took his hand and placed it on the cast. “It feels good,” she said, moaning softly.
I wish I had someone else who could help me right now but… my husband is abroad, on business trip and without him I’m like a … “Well … I managed to heat the soup, managed to pour it into a bowl but just can’t… Let alone that it’s difficult for me to hold the spoon only with the tips of my fingers but I just can’t bring it near enough to my mouth. My hand was trembling slightly so the spoon sometimes missed her hungry mouth but I was diligently wiping with a napkin the trickles dribbling down her chin. I think I’m sufficiently combed already,” she said, looking over her shoulder, where some torn hair strands hung. “I don’t need the shorts,” she said, “since we are going to drink more beer, aren’t we?”
“Shut up, Sophie!” Jessica said, then looked at me and added,” I need some painkillers. When her feet touched the floor, a soft whine escaped her lips and her left cheek started to twitch. Jessica curled up her toes, hesitated for a second, then said,” It’s fine”. “I need an ankle,” she said, gasping.” “You are driving me mad, Sophie,” Jessica said to the cat, then slipped her hand under my shirt, her cool fingers rubbing my chest gently. “My ankle feels much better now,” Jessica said and thrust her bottom up to meet me. “What’s the problem?” I asked and looked down at her ankle. “Poor little tootsie!” I said and started massaging her thigh, just above the cast.
John Stefanovitch was helping Norma with the shopping, which, for the most part consisted in carrying the bags. “He doesn’t even visit her anymore,” Norma said, her smile fading for a moment. Mrs. Tandy didn’t look much different than the last time he had seen her. John looked at the mirror placed before her face and saw that her eyes were closed. “What are you doing here?” Mrs. Tandy asked in a sweet drowsy voice. John could feel the redness creeping up his face and looked at the floor to avoid her green eyes. “No, Abby,” John said, then got up and went to the window. “I hate to admit it, but you are right,” she said and squeezed his hand back.
“Just a minute and your cast will be finished,” he said I decided to postpone the hiking trip for tomorrow,” she said sadly and glared at the massive cast that held her leg perfectly straight. “Well, let us see if your pink toes are still there,” Pratt said and pulled the stockinette back, revealing Jill’s toes. “You are the most charming girl that I have ever placed in a cast,” he said, then stepped to the sink to wash his hands. A couple of minutes later, the doctor made sure the cast was dry and waved to the nurse. “Obviously, I am not going to win the crutching contest,” she said and smiled sadly at me.
A young woman was sitting behind the desk, looking intently at a document, and nervously clicking her pen. As I came in, she looked up at me, giving me one of those formal smiles that I hate so much. “Oh, sure,” she smiled even more formally, and didn’t even look at me this time. Her toes rubbed against my hand, and I pulled back with a start, banging my head against the desk. My hand moved up and started to massage her calf. When I placed my hand over her knee, she clicked the pen a couple of times, but didn’t stop me. She rolled her wheelchair to the door, then looked back over her shoulder and said: