John had first seen her at a birthday party of a friend. He was instantly mesmerized by her, the moment he saw her on the dance floor.
John had felt an unstoppable urge to get in touch with her, and they had exchanged a few looks and words as they semi-accidentally danced next to each other. Just chitchat; he hadn’t been able to come up with anything interesting to say, as would happen now and then to a guy who is overwhelmed by a special woman’s presence.
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Later that night he had found out her name was Ellen, Ellen Sanders. And that she was a student in a nearby university town.
When the party was coming to a slow end, and there were only two groups of people chatting remaining, John had picked his chance of getting in touch with her.
It had worked. Surprisingly well. If John ever had good reason to be grateful for naturally finding the good subjects for discussion, it was that evening.
Ellen had fairly quickly begun to notice his interest in her. After some time she had signalled him she enjoyed his flattering. And as they talked deep into the night, they seemed to be ignoring guest after guest leaving the party. By the time it was 3am, even birthday boy Peter had called it a day.
That meant it was only the two of them remaining.
No scenario could have been more perfect.
And it looked classically like neither of them had been trying to avoid its outcome.
Ellen got up and put on a CD with slow late-night music, turning the volume lower. As she turned, she looked down at John sitting on the couch, her body standing relaxed on her one leg. Her sexy tight jeans were tailored around the contour of the short stump of her missing left leg.
John watched her, and Ellen allowed him his look.
“I’ve heard that people like you exist, but you’re the first I actually run into,” she whispered. John felt his heart race, barely able to respond to what she just said.
Ellen’s perception had just shown to be impeccable.
Ever since he could remember, John had felt strangely attracted to amputees. He never found out why, but he did find the asymmetry of a body with a missing leg enchantingly sexy. And the erotic softness of a stump had very often driven his imagination wild.
His fascination for amputees was also John’s best kept secret. Not even his best friends had ever heard anything about the phenomenon that dominated John’s fantasies so intensely.
