Finally from the front
Today was a special day for a number of reasons. First was that I was off from work having taken a personal holiday (we get two a year) and second, because my neighbor Sue was having the cast removed from her leg. It had been eight long weeks for her wearing that plaster anchor. The doctor had examined one last x-ray and announced that the cast could come off. She would still need to favor the leg and do some physical therapy; but, the damn cast was finally coming off.
Sue had asked me for another favor: "Could you take me to have the cast removed?" This was, most likely, because it was essentially impossible for her to drive with the cast on her leg. I hoped that it was, a little, also because she wanted my company. I quickly agreed and put in the paperwork for a 'Floater' at work. So, I had the day off and was patiently waiting for Sue to tell me that she was ready to go.
I went out onto the balcony and, as usual, reached around the dividing wall and knocked on her side. Sue was quick to respond: "I'm almost ready, why don't you come over?" So I did. I was down my stairs and up hers in a short time. (Sue had told me to keep the spare key to her apartment since it was so difficult for her to go down the stairs just to answer the door). I had been collecting her mail and newspapers when I came home and then passing them to her via the balcony route.
Sue was in the bedroom: "Come on in." She was wearing a bra and those great Jeans shorts that showed off her fine ass: "I'm almost ready to go." I watched as she pulled a t-shirt over her head and gave herself a final inspection in the mirror. She walked (hobbled) over to where I was standing and gave me a nice kiss and hug as a greeting.
I asked: "Do you need to bring anything?"
"Just me. All my paperwork and insurance information is already on file."
She walked toward the steps. I asked: "Shouldn't you bring the other shoe for when the cast is off?"
Sue started to laugh: "That would probably be a good idea."
I picked up her 'spare' shoe and headed to the stairs so that I could go down ahead of her. We had found that it was easier (and likely safer) for me to go ahead of her with her holding me by the shoulders as we descended. This way, she felt a little more stable and if she fell, I was there to break the fall. We managed to get down safely, retrieve her crutches in the foyer, and get into my car for the short trip to the hospital.
Sue used crutches outside the apartment. She hated them but found them necessary for going any real distance. I dropped her off at the entrance and then found a parking place. She was waiting for me just inside the front door and she led the way to the department that would be removing the cast.
What a brutal process! I watched as the technician used a rotary saw to cut down one side and up the other splitting the cast into two halves. I half expected him to slice into her leg as he wielded that tool. He needed scissors to cut away the big sock-like thing and then there was about a half-ton of cotton packing inside that. Over the course of eight weeks, the cotton had become semi-permanently attached to her skin but they had some sort of solvent which promptly removed that mess. Once the cast and all the attachments were removed, I could easily see how much paler and distressed her leg was. It looked to me that there had been some minor 'shrinkage' of the muscles in her thigh and calf. She definitely needed to shave that leg. I didn't say anything but apparently Sue could see something in my expression: "What's wrong?"
I kept looking at her leg: "Is everything alright? Your leg doesn't look like the other one."
The technician assured me (and her?) that the differences were only temporary and expected. Her muscles will restore themselves, the skin will smooth itself out but she would have to take care of the hair and the tan herself.
Feeling a little better, I asked: "What's the first thing that you want to do now that you are a lot more mobile again?"
Sue waited for the Technician to busy himself with picking up the detritus. She beckoned me closer so that she could whisper into my ear: "I want to get deeply fucked from the front."
WOW! There I was, standing in the hospital with half a hard-on. I was not expecting that answer and Sue apparently knew that from my expression: "What's the matter? Not ready to do me if I'm no longer an invalid?"
I was unable to formulate a quick response. So I just offered: "I would like that too."
Sue started to giggle while the technician gave me a sneaky look. He obviously heard the entire exchange and was hurrying himself along with the cleanup. Sue thanked everyone and asked if she could use the phone.
Sue called her boss at the hospital and told her that the cast was off. She said yes to about three questions before telling the lady that she would let her know as soon as she found out. She rang off, limped over and took me by the arm: "Let's go, we have a few errands before going back to the apartment, ok?"
I walked slowly allowing Sue to set the pace. She left the crutches at the hospital. When we got to the entrance I asked: "Do you want to wait here while I go to get the car?"
Sue: "No, I'd like to try to get there myself, if it isn't too far."
I could see my car in the parking lot and pointed it out to her: "Can you make it that far?"
Sue assured me that she could and so, we were off. We made it, slowly, but we made it. I was soon exiting the parking area asking: "Where to?"
"Liquor store, pharmacy and bagel place, not necessarily in that order."
The Liquor store was closest. I asked: "Want me to go get something while you wait?"
"No, I want to try it myself." She got out of the car before I could get around to help her. I did notice that she held onto the door for a few extra seconds before starting off toward the store. We walked together into the store and Sue looked around for a bit. She headed toward the wine aisle and selected a couple of bottles of white wine. I'm unfamiliar with the brands of wine so I provided no help other than to carry her selections to the register. Sue paid for them and we were off again.
Next stop was the Pharmacy. I found a parking place very close to the entrance. Sue told me to wait in the car while she made a few 'personal' purchases. I helped her out of the car and leaned against the door while she limped toward the door. It was an automatic door so there was no need for me to open it for her. She was soon back carrying a medium sized bag. It appeared to me that she had purchased some feminine products and some other things. She kept the bag with her, holding it on her lap as we drove to the final stop, the Bagel place.
"Can you go in? Just get a half-dozen plain and a half-dozen of whatever you like, ok?" Sue waited in the car while I ran in. We were soon on our way. The car really smelled good with the bag of warm bagels. We arrived home at the apartments in short order. I offered to carry her pharmacy purchase; she declined but did appreciate my following her closely as we went up her stairs. She took the bag and went directly into the bathroom while I put the Bagels on the kitchen table.
Sue came back out and went directly into the kitchen: "Coffee?"
I agreed thinking that a great idea.
Sue made a quick pot of coffee and we enjoyed buttered bagels at the kitchen table. I offered to clean up when the lunch (snack?) was done. She accepted and excused herself to the bathroom telling me: "It may be a while, but the wait will be worth it." With that, she was off and I was left to fend for myself. So, I went out onto the balcony and looked around for a while. It was another nice day, a little warm in the afternoon sun, but a nice day.
It took Sue about forty-five minutes to do whatever she did in the bathroom. I didn't hear her coming and was a little startled when she poked her head through the doorway saying: "Let's get this show on the road!"