“No. Just wait for the cast to dry. Then you can go home,” Pratt said. “This “go” seems a very difficult verb.” “You will cope with it...by using crutches,” he said. “I hate being on crutches!” Jill exclaimed. “Have you ever walked on crutches?” he asked. “I have never had the pleasure.” “Well, you have the chance to do it now.” “I am sure you will look great on crutches,” I interjected. “Yea, I am going to win the Miss Crutch contest.” A couple of minutes later, the doctor made sure the. Slowly sliding them off, then taking his socks off, my hands lightly caressing the top of his feet...then it begins, the kissing, sucking of every toe, the licking up the sides of his ankles. Running my hands up his legs, all while cleaning each and every toe, sucking on it like it was a sign of my oral gratification to come. The feel of his hand on the top of my head while I steady clean his feet after a long hard day, smelling the scent of overworked. And what of my hard day, what would come. Luckily, the staff had stoked the fire pits, so sitting outside was comfortable enough, at least at this hour.I chose a spot at the far end of the patio where the lighting was dim, but the fire warmed those close. Letting Deborah select her seating preference, she settled into a plush loveseat-type outdoor sofa.“Join me,” she said as she patted the cushion beside her. “I might need the extra warmth.” That invitation came with a soft smile and a sly wink.As I settled in beside her, the waitress. "I _knew_ it was a mistake FOR YOU to start hanging with Jillian!" Shepaced uneasily back and forth between the beds, visibly frustrated withthe new situation.Tommi shook her head. "You don't know that, and neither do I."Katie sighed, letting her head fall forward until she was staring at thefloor. "Dammit, Tommi, what's going on?" She shook her head slowly."What does the Dean want now?"Sara lay sprawled on Tommi's bed. "It's not fair," she complained. "Youhaven't done anything wrong!" .