Part 1 of 2
Heather quickly pushed the door to her apartment open and hardly got herself in the door before it closed behind her. It was Friday night and she could smell the wonderful aroma of what must be dinner as she placed her purse on the hook just around the corner. Without looking Heather kicked her black 4 inch platform heels down the hall toward the bedroom as she walked toward the kitchen. Standing in the kitchen was Mark finishing up what appeared to be a fish dinner. “What are you making” Heather asked as she took her thick black framed glasses off and leaned over the counter. “Bourbon-glazed salmon” Mark replied as he tipped a pan and allowed a piece of fish to slide out onto a plate. “My favorite” Heather exclaimed as she leaned back and sat on one of the bar stools. Mark then carefully maneuvered the fish over top of a bed of brown rice already on the plate. “Ma cuisinier” Heather said with a French accent as she took the plate Mark pushed her way and turned around to head toward the table.
“I was talking with Bryan today” Mark said as he came to the table and sat down his plate along with two wine glasses. “How are they doing” Heather asked as she cut a corner off her fish with her fork. “Good” Mark replied as he took a bottle of wine from the counter and pulled the cork out with little effort. “This is delicious” Heather said through a full mouth of food. “It’s from that market on 38th” Mark replied while pouring wine into their glasses. “I have not been down there in like forever” Heather said before she shoved another mouthful of fish and rice in her mouth. “Bryan really wants me to come out and help him with some week long photo shoot” Mark said before he placed some fish in his mouth. “Sure, if you want…” Heather said as she looked up toward Mark and saw the box behind him on the coffee table. “What is in that” Heather asked as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. Mark turned around to look at what Heather was asking about. “O’ that” Mark replied as he turned back around to the table. “It’s just a little persuasion” Mark continued as he went back to eating. “Persuasion” Heather questioned as she leaned back in her chair. “Just in case you had issues with me going” Mark replied. “I have no issues with you going to Bryan’s” Heather said with question in her voice. “What is in the box” Heather continued as she started to get up. “Nothing really” Mark said as he watched Heather make her way toward the box.
As Heather neared the box she noticed the top was carelessly placed on it. With a simple push with one finger Heather tipped the top off the box and exposed the contents. With a large smile Heather turned around and looked at Mark. “Yes you may…” Heather exclaimed, “yes you may go to Bryan’s.” Mark leaned back in his chair with a big smile and crossed his arms. “But you might have to do something for me first” Heather said in a serious voice as she made her way over to Mark. Heather pulled her skirt up and straddled Marks legs as she sat down in his lap. “When do you want to cast me” Heather asked as she move closer to Mark’s muscular body? “Whenever” Mark answered in a cautious manner as he leaned in closer to Heather to give her a kiss? “I will get changed” Heather said as she stood up to make her way to the bedroom. Mark quickly reached up and grabbed her arm to stop her. “You see that’s the funny thing…” Mark said as he pulled Heather back onto his lap, “accidents don’t wait for you to get changed.” “Really” Heather asked as she raised eyebrows with curiosity. “You see those high heels laying over there” Mark said as he pointed to the shoes Heather had carelessly tossed down the hall earlier. “Yes” Heather replied as she looked at them. “It would be a shame if you tripped over them as you rushed toward the bedroom to get changed” Mark continued. Heather simple nodded with a smile as she relaxed in Marks arms.
Mark stood up from the chair and carried Heather to the couch. “We will need to get x-rays to determine the extent of the damage” Mark said as he gently laid Heather on the couch. “I’ll be back in a minute” Mark said as he walked out of the room. Heather laid on the couch staring at the ceiling wondering what sort of cast Mark was going to come up with. Soon Mark came back into the room with some old jeans and a t-shirt on. “I’m sorry ma’am, but it appears you’ve broken both your hands” Mark said as he pulled a stool over to the edge of the couch. “May hands, Well, that sucks” Heather questioned as she held her arms slightly in the air toward Mark. “We’re going to cast them” Mark said with a frown on his face as he started to open the box next to him. “I guess I will just need some help for a while then” Heather responded as Mark took a piece of stockinet and pulled it up her right arm just past her elbow, but left it long past her fingers. “We could arrange for some help” Mark said as he snipped a hole in the stockinet for Heather’s thumb. Heather watched quietly as Mark unrolled two rolls of padding. Heather’s excitement began to build even more when Mark pulled a roll of blue fiberglass tape from its package and dipped it in the bucket of water next to him. Mark started unrolling the fiberglass tape around Heather’s wrist and carefully bent her fingers slightly as he unrolled across them. “I love this feeling” Heather said as she watched Mark open another package and dip it in the water. Mark simple smiled as he unrolled the second roll along Heather’s lower arm. Before Mark opened another package of tape he folded the ends of the stockinet over the fiberglass. Heather’s breathing and heart rate accelerated as Mark unrolled the last roll along her arm and spent the next couple minutes massaging the cast smooth.
“We still need to do the other one” Mark said as he gently let go of Heather’s casted right hand. Heather adjusted herself to allow Mark a better angle to her hand. She began to become anxious as Mark pulled the stockinet up her left arm, just as he had done on her right. “How will I ever get this shirt off with my hands like this” Heather asked as she looked over her casted right hand. “We will find a way” Mark replied with a large smile as he unrolled padding over the fingers on Heathers left hand. “How did I do this” Heather asked while intently watching Mark. “You had a door slammed on your hands” Mark replied with a smile on his face. Once again Heather watched quietly as Mark encased her left hand in blue fiberglass, including her fingers. “Now, to get you into something more comfy” Mark said as he stood up and pulled his gloves off. “I was thinking of something a bit more fun” Heather replied as she looked over her brand new blue casts with a smile.
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