To all readers - The following is a fictional story (except for the very first paragraph which was true). Hope you all enjoy my daydream.

I was totally exhausted as I laid back on the bench of a picnic table at a wayside rest somewhere in Indiana. I'd been driving for almost 1 1/2 days, which, between the mid-summer heat, an air conditioner that wasn't working and the long leg cast I was wearing, had me totally beat down.

I can't say when, exactly, but I must have dozed off because I found myself waking up to, perhaps my favorite sound - the sound of aluminum crutches. My brain was instantly overloaded with information to process. Still groggy from my unplanned nap, I was trying to figure out where exactly I was while, at the same time, on "hyper-alert" status knowing someone in very close proximity to me was using crutches. I lay their momentarily, slowly remembering where I was as the sound of the crutches neared.

I was in a somewhat isolated area of the wayside rest so, as the sound of crutches came closer, I could only conclude that whomever was using them was coming to talk to me. Still in my prone position on the picnic table bench, I had yet to look to see who might be using the crutches. My fear was that it was some guy that had some leg injury and wanted to comiserat with me on how tough it was to be on crutches, or in a cast, at this time of year. Little would he know that I was wearing my cast by choice and I was loving every minute of it.

By now, the sound of the crutches was almost on top of me so I finally sat up and turned to see a stunningly attractive young woman crutching my way, barefoot on her good leg and a light pink, long leg cast on her other leg that disappeared up under her faded denim skirt with frayed edges. I was overwhelmed with how lovely she looked as she cruthced the rest of the way to my picnic table, taking great care of both her casted leg as well as not to step on something with her bare foot. She was also wearing a light colored,cropped henley-type t-shirt that showed just enough cleavage to drive a man wild but not so much to suggest that she was anything more than a "regular" girl.

I was speachless. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Within seconds she stood before me, leaning on her crutches and said "Hi!, My name is Shawna. Looks like we have something in common?"

"What's that? We're both Sagitarians" I replied with my somewhat twisted, sarcastic humor.

I instantly regretted that comment. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Why would I say that, I thought to myself. Yet to my surprise, Shawna got my sense of humor.

She laughed and said "I was thinking more that we both have these huge casts on our legs".

"Oh, that. I hadn't noticed". I said, clearly joking. "Hey, why don't you sit down. You crutched a long way. I know how hard that is. By the way, my name is Rick"

"Hi Rick", she said as she leaned her crutches against the picnic table and hopped to the corner of the bench opposite me and sat down, her cast anleing toward the ground.

I couldn't help but steel glimpses of her cast as I repositioned myself,and my own cast, to face her. If ever there were a perfect cast, this was it. The smooth graceful curves of her cast reflected the shapeliness of her leg and her small foot, held stationary by the cast at an angle just past 90 degrees, looked so vulnerable with only her toes peeking out from the cast. A pale pink nail polish that matched her cast was the perfect accent to what I have always considered the ultimate fashion statement - a long leg cast.

"Well Shawna", I said "What brings you to this stretch of highway?" Are you with somebody

"Actually no." she replied "I'm traveling alone. I'm on my way to a music festival in Louisville."

"Really," I said. "You'r traveling all alone with that big cast on your leg? Aren't you worried something might happen?"

"Well what about you", she replied. "You look to be all alone, too, and your cast is just as big as mine."

She seemed clearly frustrated and a bit upset that I didn't think she could take care of herself. She was definitely an independant woman. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her.

"You're right, bad question." I said. "So what happened to your leg?

Shawna sat back while pondering the question. An odd look came over her face and then she smiled and said; "I'll make you a deal Rick. I won't ask what happened to you if you don't ask what happened to me".

"okay, you've got a deal", I said. "And let's go one step further. I won't ask about your personal status if you don't ask about mine?"

Shawna hesitated at first, suggesting she knew where this encounter might be going, but then said, "Okay, agreed."

With that said, we talked briefly about our travels in the heat of the summer and admired each others casts when suddenly Shawna said, "Hey, maybe you'd like to come with me to the music festival. It would be fun, both of us wearing these casts we should get lots of attention. It starts tonight and goes till tomorrow afternoon."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this beautiful young gal with the most sexy cast I had ever seen had just made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Although I had some business to take care of in Louisville, my schedule was pretty flexible. This could work - it had to work.

"I'd love to." I said, not even knowing what kind of music I'd be listening to and not really caring. "How about this", I added. ""Since we're both going to Louisville, how about you stash your car here, hop in my truck with me and we'll drive there together, take care of my business and then go to the festival?"

Shawna looked down at her casted foot as she rocked her whole casted leg back and forth somewhat nervously, then looked up at me with lovely brown eyes, with just a hint of eye shadow aand naturally blushed cheeks and said "Great, lets do it."

As I grabbed my crutches and she hers, I noticed a tatoo on her lower right leg that looked strangely familiar. I watched her crutch, just steps ahead of me, the way she held her casted leg, the shapely curves of her good leg, as well as the rest of her body. Her light, shoulder length brown hair and even her smooth, well toned skin. Then it hit me; this was "jad0909", from the videos I'd seen on YouTube.

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