I woke to hear a high-pitched whining sound, and knew she was at work with a cast saw. Sure enough, the plaster casing fell away from my face and head a few minutes later, and I could see the light of day. I yawned, wiggled my jaw a little, smiled. "Wow!" I said.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself," she replied. "Are you O.K.?"

"Yeah, except I really have to take a piss."

"O.K., just a sec." She came back with a plastic jug and assisted me, and soon the pressure was gone and I felt fine again.

"How long have I been here?" I asked.

"Oh," she replied breezily, "about twelve hours now."

"Shit! You gotta have me outta this thing in four hours, so I can get home. My man's probably having fits by now!"

"You wanna call him, tell him you're at the hospital?"

"No," I said. "First of all, he'd try to get to the hospital so he could be with me, and all hell would break loose if he didn't find me there. And even if he didn't do that, it would really kill the surprise element. I want to see his face when he gets a look at me."

"All right. I'll start cutting you down to size, then. We still have to have a little crutching session before you try to go anywhere, or you might fall and break your arms, and then what would you do?"

"Put them in casts and slings and sit in a wheelchair for awhile, I guess."

"Sounds delightful, but you wouldn't be much use to your lover laid up like that, now, would you?"

I sighed, a little regretfully. "I suppose not." I still wished he could see me in my body cast and be moved to pleasure me as this bizarre woman had done!

She photographed every stage of the cast removal, while I hammed it up and attempted making the sexy faces she'd requested, and before long I was down to the two leg casts.

"The top edges are kinda rough," I told her. "Can you fix that?"

"Sure." She padded the areas in question carefully, and finished them off with fresh plaster. "How's that?"

I sat up, looked down at the gleaming white plaster, and felt no discomfort. "Damn, you're good!" I declared. "I really look like my legs are broken!"

"Yeah, I know," she responded proudly. "And I want you to notice you have real walking heels on the bottom of those casts! Those shoe things the doctors prefer nowadays don't do a thing for me."

"Me either," I said and nodded in agreement. I liked the bulky look of a rubber-heeled cast. "Am I gonna be able to walk, though?"