I'd heard awhile back that there was a lady at school who dabbled in Art when she wasn't doing music, and once when I was talking to her and asked what her preferred medium was, she told me I didn't want to know. Well, nothing I said could get it out of her, but then I ran into someone who knew her, who would talk. She was into doing casts, he said. "Oh, a sculptor?" I asked, innocently.

"No, you moron. Casts. Plaster. Once she had this party, right, and I'm not shitting you, man. The first guy that passed out from drinking too much woke up in a full body cast the next morning. I mean, like legs, arms - everything! It kinda freaked me out when she started in on him, so I left while he was still being wrapped."I made out like I thought it was weird and gross, though secretly I've always had a thing for casts, and I made sure I remembered her name. Talked to her once in awhile and managed to get her phone number. "You're so pretty," she told me, on one occasion. "You'd be even better if you were the right persuasion and lying on my bed with your legs in plaster."

I tried not to freak. If she could put me in casts, then I'd probably be able to make it with her, no sweat, especially if she'd indulge me and give me a little dildo action while I screwed her.

And let's face it. I wanted to see how my man would react if I came home with both legs in plaster. I would tell him I fell down the stairs running for the subway. A long, long way down, and both legs just snapped when I landed. And he would feel terribly sorry for me, and comfort me, and then we would make mad, passionate love, tangled up in our respective casts, and it would be unbelievable! I wouldn't confess my deception until a few days later, when I would go back and have the casts removed. Then I would tell him that I had wanted to know how he felt, experience a small taste of what he was going through. But I would never, never tell him how the sight of a full-leg cast turned me on. I made my appointment with the cast lady, who said she wanted nothing more for a fee than to see me lying there, and maybe take my picture if I came out good. I was glad for that. I really didn't feel like sacrificing my sexual integrity for the sake of a couple of leg casts! She told me to make sure I brought a pair of crutches and clothes that would fit, since I had requested that she make both casts nice and thick.

I met her in the early evening, when I was really supposed to be off practicing, and we went to her place to do the job. I would explain away the fact that I hadn't come home all night by saying that I fell asleep at the keyboard, as was often my habit, and then, when heading for the subway, I was tired, missed a step, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground in terrible pain, badly hurt. Then, at the hospital, they took forever to get to me. That would certainly explain away the hours I'd be gone, and also why the casts wouldn't be quite dry. Dry enough to leave the hospital and get myself home, but that would be about it.

When she opened the door to let me in, she smiled at me and grabbed my arm, pulled me inside. "Can't believe you're really gonna let me do this! I've wanted to cast you since the first day I ever saw you! Hope you'll be nice and let me have a little fun with you!"

"What kind of fun?" I asked warily. I was carrying the elbow crutches I'd bought - black, identical to the ones my lover used - and I felt more than a bit silly. Thought about chickening out. Was my man going to think I was nuts afterwards, when I came home without the casts and 'fessed up about my legs not being broken? Of course, I could wear them for the requisite six weeks, but then how would I take care of my lover? No, I'd definitely have to have them removed and tell him as much of the truth as I could."Harmless fun, Sweetie. No sex. I just want pictures to put in my scrapbook. You're going to look so sexy by the time I'm done with you, and I certainly won't want to forget, now will I? I'll give you the casts you want, I promise, but you've got to return the favor if you want a freebie."

"How?" I asked, feeling a slight drawing-in of my balls. What did she want to do to me, anyway?

"Well, I want to do more than your legs, Honey."

"Oh, now hey - " I began, as I envisioned myself trapped in the tiny apartment, encased in plaster from head to toe, like the poor bastard who'd passed out at her party. "Remember why I'm doing this!"

"Don't worry, Honey. You'll be home in less than twenty-four hours, just as you specified, but I'm going to have my way with you first, and I'm going to take pictures. Lots of them. If that's not O.K., then you'd better leave  right now."

She sounded mildly threatening. I wondered if I was in over my head, but couldn't help being curious about what she had planned, and there was no use denying I was turned on. No sex and lots of plaster! What fun!

I was so excited, little did I suspect she was capable of telling a lie or two.