Dream Flight

It’s a lovely Wednesday morning, got a sleep in before two short flights interstate to attend a mates wedding.

What I didn’t realise when I woke up is what would eventuate to a very satisfying day.

I arrive at the airport, queued up at the check in counter, I’m greeted by a lovely young flight attendant.

"Morning sir, this way please."

She was about 5'8" slim build brunette probably around mid-twenties she was wearing standard hostess attire with a skirt to her knees black stockings and 1" heels. I caught a glimpse of her name badge, "tammy". I took a sly look at her feet as well, a Slim size 7.

I have a foot fetish, which has also developed into a sprain fetish.

I stood there thinking what it would be like to expose her slender feet, ripping her stockings all while she gives me a foot job.

"Sir, sir, your ticket please."

"Oh sorry I was off with the fairies."

"There u go sir, have a good flight."

"Thanks."

Seat 27c right down the back, I stow my carryon luggage overhead and proceed to take a seat. I fasten my seat belt and open my magazine.

“Headphones sir?" , as I look up tammy is standing there with a basket of head phones.

"No thanks."

As she makes her way forward down the aisle I glance at her legs they look fabulous. 

“crackle, crackle, cabin crew please be seated for take-off."

I watch tammy walking back to the rear of the aircraft, her right ankle appears to be weaker than her left wobbling as she transfer weight from left foot to right foot.

The flight is around 2 hrs, the last one of the evening so the cabin is pretty empty, I’m in the last row as I prefer to be seat at the back due to plane sickness reasons. The couple rows in front of me are completely empty and then there is a light scatter of people fwd of that.

I gaze out the window as we roll down the runway and take off. There is nothing like looking at the city lights at night from above.

About 5 mins in, the seat belt sign goes off, followed by an announcement.

"Ladies and gentlemen the seat belt sign has been switched off but we do ask that whilst you are seated you keep your seat belt fastened. We will be serving light refreshments shortly."

I hear sounds from the gully in the back of the plane as the hostess prepare to serve.

The cart makes its way up to the front of the plane and starts serving.

“Sir would u like tea or coffee?"

"Just a bottle of water thanks!" Tammy goes to fetch the water and moves on to the next person a few rows ahead.

As she turns around heading back to the gully the plane hits some turbulence causing the plane to drop rapidly, tammy only a step from where I was seated, loses balance as the turbulence strikes. She goes to correct herself placing her right foot forward, just as more turbulence strikes and her ankle rolls out violently.

She tries to grab the chair back but slips and ends up almost in my lap. I see it all happen and catch her.

"You ok miss", she stands herself back up putting her right foot down she lets out a moan, "arrrh".

“Are u ok miss, you twisted your ankle?"

She stands there holding her right foot just off the ground,

"Thanks sir, I’ll be fine just a little twist".

She limps off slowly. For a minute she doesn’t return but then I hear her walking again. She limps on back up the aisle determined to not let her injury stop her from doing her job.

She continues pacing up and down the aisle and I notice her limp gets a bit heavier as she goes.

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Tammy starts collecting rubbish as the plane starts to make its decent.

"Any rubbish sir?"

I hand over the empty water bottle.

“How’s the ankle tammy?"

She looks down to her right foot.

"It’s ok a little sore but I’m managing".

"You really should rest it and get an ice pack."

"Yes you are right I have a week off after this flight so once I get home ill take it easy for a few days."

She seemed eager to chat to me.

"So u live here tammy?"

"Yes I have a little apartment in town by myself, what about yourself?"

“I’m just in town for a week to attend a mates wedding and catch up with some friends."

"Sounds like a good week, well I better get back to it."

“Ok I’m brad by the way, I might see you on my return trip and make sure u take care of that ankle."

"Ok brad, nice talking to you."

And she heads off to the galley.

I’m feeling quite turned on at this stage, wondering if I should ask her out maybe.

“crackle, crackle, cabin crew please prepare the cabin for landing."

I put my seat back up and place my magazine away gazing out the window as we descend.

The landing was very soft, almost didn’t feel it as we come to a halt at the terminal.

"Ding"

Seat belt sign is off everyone gets up fetching there over head luggage.

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I make my way to the luggage carousel thinking about tammy. How I would love to feel her soft feet in my hands.

The carousel comes to life and low and behold my bag is one of the first ones out. That never happens.

I grab my bag pull the handle out and start to make my way out. I need to get a cab but I decided to have a smoke first. After searching I find the smoking area which is as far away as possible near a small car park.

As I light up I switch my phone on, and I hear a sound heading towards me, small luggage wheels pounding the pavement.

I glance out the corner of my eye, and its tammy, I continue looking at my phone as if not to notice.

She approaches, “we meet again brad."

I look up slowly, “oh hi tammy, yes we do. What brings u this way?"

"Well the airline decided a few months back that all staff has to park in this little car park."

"Oh I see, well u have a good week off."

"Thanks brad and u too enjoy your week."

As she heads off down the path towards her car with her small bag wheeled behind her hiding her legs from my view.

I look back down at my phone; texting away just about finished my cigarette.

As tammy proceeds to her car, she plants her right heel on a small rock, her already weak ankle offers no resistance and violently rolls outwards. Sending tammy almost to the ground, but with the help of her bag she remains standing.

I look up as I hear her let out a few words, "oh fuck".

She is standing there using her bag for support, her right foot slightly raised off the ground.

Could it be, did she twist her ankle again!!

I watch as she pauses a moment then places her right foot forward testing her ankle as she attempts to transfer some weight to right foot her ankle rolls in and out. At this point I drop my cigarette and make my way over to her.

She maintains still deciding to give her ankle a minute to rest, as i approach.

"Tammy are u ok, I saw u stumble, did u hurt yourself?"

At this point I’m feeling very turned on even just from the thought of it.

“hey brad, yeah that little rock got me", as she points to it.

"Can I offer some assistance".

" yes that would be nice, I just need a minute though I have sprained this ankle many times and now I have a problem when I do hurt it again it gets so weak I can’t walk for a minute or two as it just gives way."

“It sounds like u have permanent ligament damage to your ankle."

“Yes, do u know about that stuff, are u a doctor because that’s exactly what he told me."

I ponder for a sec, what do I say, do I spill the beans or play it safe......

"Umm well I’m not a doctor, but I have a medical interest with regards to sports injuries and ankle sprains are the most common sports injury."

Ok I took the safe option.

"Oh really that’s interesting i didn’t know that but now that I think about u commonly see people injuring ankles in all sports. I used to play netball and that is when I first sprained my ankle. Unfortunately due to work I don’t have time to play anymore."

"Yes netball is tough on the ankles and knees."

"Ok brad let’s see if I can walk."

I offer my arm for support as I stand on her right side she moves her right foot slightly forward and places it flat on the ground. I look at her ankle which doesn’t appear to be swollen at all.

Tammy takes a step her ankle wobbling a little but able to support her, as we make our way to her car. She holds onto the car as I head back for our luggage.

Using the car for support she moves to the rear and opens the boot of her car. I load her luggage in for her.

"Are u going to be right driving tammy?"

“Yeah it’s an auto so ill manage with my left foot."

I help her in, she closes the door and rolls the window down.

“Thanks for your help brad."

"No problem tammy, how could a man not help a lovely young lady like yourself. Take care."

As I grab the handle on my bag and turn around to head back to get a cab.

"Brad, brad."

I stop, and turn around.

"I know you’re in town for a wedding, but the least I could do is buy u dinner. Do u have any spare nights while your here?"

"Well I’m free tomorrow night if you’re up to it."

“Ok sounds good, here is my number message me your address and I’ll come pick u up."

"Ok tammy, ill see u tomorrow."

As she drives off and I proceed to catch a cab.

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In the cab ride to the hotel I can’t stop thinking about tammy wrapping her slender feet around my cock with her right ankle bandaged up.  I need to stop thinking about its driving me crazy.

I get to my hotel room and pretty much crash straight away.

Before I know it, it is 8 o’clock in the morning. I have a late breakfast in the lobby and decide to go for a walk down the street to see what’s around.

As I’m sitting having some lunch I send tammy a quick message, “hi tammy its brad just seeing if u are still up for dinner tonight?"

I finish my lunch and head back to my hotel room, a couple hours have passed since I sent the text and started to think she isn’t going to reply. It’s about 3pm and I’m out on the balcony admiring the views from my room, when my phone lets out a toot, telling me I have message.

I head inside to fetch my phone off the bed,

“Hi brad its tammy sorry it took a while to reply I was at the gym. We are definitely on for dinner I have made reservations at a restaurant in town for 6 o’clock is that ok?"

I text back, " that sounds great tammy, how dressed up do I have to be for this restaurant?" as I hit send.

No more than 20 seconds and I have a message back, " it’s very ritzy place so formal dining wear is good."

I reply straight away, “ok that sounds good, I’ll be ready to go by 530. I’m staying at the grand mecure on palmer st", and send.

I’m getting a little excited about dinner, it should be fun. Tammy’s ankle must be fine if she has been at the gym, so probably no bandaged ankle, but hopefully I get to see her legs and feet if anything.

"Toot, toot",

"Ok I’ll be there round 530 ish, oh and one more question would u prefer I wear pumps or open slip on heels. I saw u looking at my legs at feet on the plane, wink wink."

Oh my god my jaw hit the ground as I read the message, was I that damn obvious. Anyways now that I’m almost in the open ill run with it.

“Open slip on heels", send.

Waiting waiting,

"Toot"

“I kind of knew u would say that, brad. U will have to help me a little as my ankle is still a little weak from yesterday."

Oh, tammy how I just want u now. I can’t resist but feel myself bulging in my pants.

“I would be more than happy too, don’t want u injuring yourself again", send. Thought I better play it safe and not spill all my secrets.

As I wait I close my eyes imagining her in these heels, her slim but well defined feet and legs and I’m sure they are very soft.

"Toot, toot"

“I’m sure u wouldn’t mind having to carry me with a sprained ankle...... See u at 530."

What the hell just happened, tammy has pretty much read me like a book I can’t believe it.

Anyways once I got over my excitement I head off to shower and get ready.

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Tammy is sitting in her lounge room kind of shocked about this whole experience. See a couple months back tammy had a friend of hers who is a psychic do a reading on her. Now tammy is a very attractive girl but always seemed to attract the wrong type of guy. She was visiting her friend when she explained about her run ins with these guys and her friend offered to do a reading. Tammy sceptical, though if anything she would amuse her friend.

The psychic told her that a man would come to her rescue, but he has a secret, he is attracted to u and your injury.

At first tammy thought this was a bit of a joke and didn’t think much of it till she got home last night.

Could brad be this guy, does a woman with a sprained ankle turn him on? Is it destiny that causes me to sprain my ankle all the time?

Maybe I’ll find out tonight.... As she gets up to get ready.

I’m standing outside the hotel lobby at around 530 when I see tammy pull in, I open the door and get in the passenger side. 

"Hi tammy you look great."

"Thanks brad you’re not too shabby either", as she lets out a little giggle.

We head off, turns out the restaurant is literally only 1 block away from the hotel we pull up and park the car.

I jump out and head around to tammy's door and open it for her as she gathers her stuff she swings her legs out, she is wearing a beautiful dress the comes down just below her knees, and a pair of 3" slip on open heels that just have a flat strap over her toes.

Her exposed legs and feet look amazing sending waves down my body. She gets up and locks the car as we head off to the restaurant.

Her right ankle showing signs of weakness as she cautiously watches every step she makes. We enter the restaurant and get seated near a window with a fantastic view.

We both order a glass of wine while we scan the menu.

"So tammy how long have u been a plane hostess?"

"A couple years now, I really enjoy it."

"What about you brad, tell me a little about yourself."

“Well I’m a electrician by trade but have recently got into the property market buying old run down houses fixing them up and selling them. Other than that I like to play sports and go to the gym."

“That sounds interesting and sounds like u have it all planned."

The waitress arrives with our drinks and asks if we are ready to order.

As tammy is telling the waitress her order I notice a small group walk in looks like a family maybe, but what catches my eye is a young lady probably only 18 or 19 on crutches.

"Your order sir, yes I’ll take the scallops for the entree and lamb main. Thanks."

The group that walked in is seated behind tammy but off to the side a little.

I can’t help but look at the young lady on crutches, as she makes her way to the table I notice her left ankle bandaged and nestled within an air cast. She is a little unsteady on her crutches so it might be her first experience using them.

As tammy and I finish of our entrees I make very small glances to the table behind us. Tammy catches on and glances around the room to see what I’m looking at, she can’t notice anything in particular, until see spots a pair of crutches resting against the table behind us.  She also notices the young lady with her injured ankle.

Tammy looks back at me, with a little smile on her face. Now she knows for sure that I have a sprained ankle fetish. The conversation stops for a few seconds until I feel something under the table, Tammy’s right foot gently making its way up my leg, and then she rests it on my lap. The table cloth goes almost to the floor, so no one else in the restaurant can see what is going on.

I’m not sure what to do at the start, until tammy leans in and says, “can you imagine my right ankle bandaged and in an air cast like that young lady over there?” She feels my pants start to bulge under her foot, as I sit there thinking about it for a few seconds.

I slide my hand under the table cloth, I run my fingers along tammy’s foot up to her leg, her feet and legs are very soft, as my fingers track back along the sole of her foot.

We are momentarily interrupted as our main meal is served up, tammy excuses herself from the table to attend the ladies room.

I sit there patiently waiting for tammy, thinking about how this is a dream come true. This very sexy lady who has the sexiest feet and legs I have ever seen, plus she has a weak ankle, it couldn’t get any more perfect.

Tammy is in the toilet, as she sits there she rolls her right ankle out a little, she feels the pressure build up in her ankle, it’s still very tender from the day before on the  plane and in the car park.

She finishes up and gets up flushing the toilet, she puts her right foot forward to step and realizes her ankle has become very unstable from that little bit if pressure, she pauses for a moment, then applies some pressure to her foot, her ankle rolling in out unable to support her weight in those 3” heels with absolutely no ankle support.  She knows she needs a couple minutes, and sits back down on the toilet seat.  She slides her right heel off and gently massages her ankle. She retrieves her mobile from her hand bag, and starts typing a text.

“hey brad its Tammy just letting you know I’m going to be  couple minutes, my ankle doesn’t like these heels with no ankle support…………"

As I sit there at the table I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, as I pull it out I wonder who it might be, to my surprise its tammy. I read the message, and reply straight away.

“Ok tammy let me know if u need help."

Send.

While tammy is away, I look up and notice the young lady on crutches isn’t at her table.

Tammy waits a minute or two slips her heel back on and stands up testing her ankle gently, it seems ok. And she heads out the cubicle to wash up.

The young lady on crutches is standing at the basin washing her hands,

Tammy approaches, “they are a bit of a pain to use those things!"

The young girl looks up a bit stumped until it clicks, “oh the crutches yeah it’s my first time using them and I’m yet to get the hang of it."

“a couple days and you'll be a wiz, what did u do to yourself?"

She looks down at her ankle safely supported in the bandage and air cast, " it’s a 2nd degree sprain from netball finals on the weekend"

Tammy relates straight away thinking back to her own ankle injuries from playing netball. 

They finish up and she places her crutches under her arms, as tammy moves to the door, " let me get the door for u", tammy opens the door and the young lady heads out.

Tammy follows behind, I glance up and notice the two of them exiting the toilets as tammy makes her way back to the table.

Tammy takes a seat, “are u ok tammy?"

“yeah good now, let’s eat I’m starving."

We start eating just chatting in general. There is silence for a moment and I feel Tammy’s right foot wondering up my leg onto my lap again. She leans in a little and says, “the young lady over there has a grade 2 sprain to her ankle which she did while playing netball, I know u were dying to know," as she smiles at me.

Her toes gently caress my cock through my pants.

“oh really....",  I didn’t know what else to say.

I slide my hand under the table and unzip my pants and extract my schlong, tammy doesn’t waist a moment she runs her toes up and down my shaft making me harder and harder.

A few minutes in I reach down stopping her as I’m right on the edge of exploding.

I tuck my shlong back into my pants removing the temptation while we finish our meal.

We are both full and decide to skip dessert; the waitress brings the check over.

I reach for my wallet and tammy grabs the check from the table, “I’ll get the check brad, my treat for helping an injured lady", as she smiles.

We get up and leave the restaurant.

She drives me back to my hotel room and pulls up out front.

“So tammy would u like to come up to the room for a quite glass of wine?"

Silence..........

Tammy ponders in her mind.....

“it’s ok tammy u don’t have too dinner was great thank u very....", She cuts me off mid-sentence.

“Give me ten minutes brad I just got to duck home to fetch something and I’ll come back ok."

"Ok tammy I’m in room #612."

I exit the vehicle and wave her off as she drives out the driveway.

As I go up the lift in the hotel I wonder if she is actually going to come back. Maybe I was out of line.

I reach my room, head in and turn the TV on flicking through the channels.

There is a knock at the door, I head over and open the door, " hi tammy come on in."

She makes her way in, "please have a seat."

I notice tammy now has a large handbag which she places on the table.

"Would u like a glass of wine tammy?"

"Yes please"

I pour two glasses of wine and make my way to the sofa.

The hotel room is quite big with large open plan lounge and kitchen and separate bedroom.

Tammy is sitting on the single sofa and I take a seat on the double sofa.

“Thanks again for dinner tammy."

"No problem brad my pleasure."

Tammy places her wine down on the table next to the couch and picks up her hand bag and sits next to me on the sofa.

“I went home to get a couple things u might like."

I think what it could be but have no idea.

Tammy reaches into her bag and pulls out an elastic 3" bandage and air cast ankle stirrup.

I’m very surprised.

"Do u like them brad?"

I was a little shocked but very excited.

“yes, maybe a little."

Tammy gets up puts her bag on the table and pushes the coffee table to one side then takes a seat next to me.

She lifts her right leg onto my lap dangling her sexy slip on heel.

“My ankle is a little weak brad, slip off my shoe for me.”

I reach down running my hand down her soft leg to her perfect foot. Her legs and feet are soft and smooth.

I slide her heel off placing it onto the ground, as I run my hand over her foot, pressing gently on the outside of her ankle.

Her hand wonders rubbing my cock through my pants, as it grows harder and harder.

She lifts her leg off me and crosses onto her left leg. With one hand she grands her leg just above her ankle and the other she grabs the end of her foot.

She rotates her ankle then twists it inwards sharply, " oh yeah that’s done it".

I’m horny as hell watching her.

“What have u done tammy?"

“you’ll see brad, when the time comes you'll know what to do."

Tammy slips on her right heel and stands up, not putting any weight on her right foot she slowly hops a few steps away. I realise what she has done and know what comes next.

She stops, looks at me with a smile and places her right foot forward and steps her ankle extremely weak rolls in and out struggling to take her weight.

Tammy goes for a second step, her ankle again rolling in and out, without stopping she takes a third step her ankle unable to recover from the last step rolls outwards sharply as she transfers her whole body weight onto her right foot. She lunges with her left foot to slow her falling to the floor.

I know that’s my cue as she sits there holding her right ankle. Her pain tolerance is high she barely lets out a moan.

I kneel next to her, “are u ok tammy?"

“yes brad my ankle is most definitely sprained though, in need of a handsome man to take care of me," wink wink.

I support her right ankle and assist her to straighten her leg. I slowly slip her high heel off before resting her foot on ground.

I slide my fingers along her foot and around the outside of her ankle gently feeling around the ligaments.

“Let’s get you onto the sofa tammy",

“Ok brad."

“Shall I carry you tammy?"

“No please help me up and see if I can bare any weight on my ankle."

Tammy slips off her left high heel and I help her to stand. She gently rests her right foot on the floor.

She slings her left arm over my shoulder and moves her right foot forward. She takes a little step, limping heavily using me for support. A couple more small steps and one hop and we reach the sofa.

Tammy sits down and I fetch the bandage and air cast from the coffee table.

I support her right foot as I examine her ankle which is only slightly swollen by this stage.

I slowly wrap her ankle with the bandage, leaving her perfect toes and heel exposed, securing the bandage with two elastic clips.

I grab the air cast and undo to Velcro straps sliding it under her foot and either side of her ankle. I wrap the Velcro straps around firmly securing the air cast then gently place her foot on the ground.

"How’s does that feel tammy?"

"Much better brad, you sure know what you’re doing when it comes helping a lady with a sprained ankle."

I look up at her and smile. I run my fingers up her right leg, gently caressing her soft skin before I lean over her kissing her on the neck softly.

She tilts her head to the side, as she becomes very aroused.

Tammy reaches for my pants undoing my belt and dropping my pants to the floor. Her soft hand takes my schlong slowly stroking making me grow even harder.

I reach to her side and unzip her dress, then slowly pull it down and off. I then unclip her bra throwing it to the side. I caress her body with my lips, her breasts are proportional to her body and perky.

Tammy takes over removing her lacy underwear, and guides my schlong into her moist pussy.

She is on the edge of orgasm as I thrust deep and slow, " hold my sprained ankle brad."

I reach down with my left hand and support her ankle protected by the air cast. Tammy explodes arching her back, she turns her head from side to side as she orgasms deep and long, I don’t hold back. With a loud moan I too cum, I feel her pussy tighten on my schlong as we share a moment of lust.

I gently place her foot down, as I with draw from inside her. Tammy lays there exhausted from the experience.

“I think u should stay the night tammy so I can take u to a doctor in the morning."

She answers immediately, " I won’t say no", with a little smile on her face.

I help her to stand up, and pick up all our cloths of the floor.

“Let me ditch the cloths in the room tammy and ill help u."

“brad I want u to watch me, I want to tease you like when you were watching that girl at the restaurant..."

I argue not, as I’m getting turned on just talking about it.

Tammy places her right foot forward and takes a small step her ankle is somewhat more painful than before so although she can walk she hops the rest of the way to the bedroom.

I follow close behind watching her every move, her sexy physique and her sprained ankle nestled safely in a bandage and air cast.

We get to the bed and collapse, within minutes we are fast asleep.

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Morning comes I wake up to a noise, when I roll over I realise tammy is not there. I sit up as she makes her way out of the ensuite, “sorry brad I hope i didn’t wake up, I’m a bit of an early bird. A side effect from my job."

“No that’s fine tammy."

Tammy hopes over to my side of the bed, putting her right knee on the bed she leans in giving me a kiss.

“how’s your ankle this morning tammy?"

She sits on the bed positioning her legs so her right foot is in my lap.

“It’s not too bad I think, I should be walking in a day or two."

I look down at her ankle there is visible swelling around the outside of her ankle, not as swollen as I thought it would be. Her foot was still slim, the swelling is all localised to around her ankle.

“Could you do me a favour brad?”

“Yes sure thing tammy, what is it?”

“Could you please go to the boot of my car and fetch my crutches for me, the keys are in my handbag.”

“Ok, you certainly came prepared tammy.”

“As you know I to have experience with sprained ankles, over time it was easier to just buy my own crutches then always have to hire them from the pharmacy.”

I drag myself out of bed, and tammy continues to get dressed.

I make my way to her car collecting a pair of aluminium under arm crutches from her boot. They indeed look well used, and she has made her own little covers and cushions for them.

Once I return to the room, tammy is on the couch on the phone to someone.

I place the crutches next to her,  and also take a seat.

Tammy hangs up the phone.

“What are you plans today brad?”

“Well I do have a wedding to go to this afternoon, but nothing until then.”

“Ok, well I would really like it if you came with me to see my doctor, I can get in at 11am.”

“ No problems tammy, if you like we can go now and I’ll take you home to get some fresh cloths and then we can grab some breakfast.”

“You read my mind brad.” She reaches forward and grabs the bandage from the coffee table and passes it to me.

Without even thinking, I’m kneeling in front of her bandaging her sprained ankle, leaving her toes and heel exposed. “ Do you want the air cast on as well tammy?”

“No that’s fine brad, thank you.”

She grabs her crutches and gets up effortlessly, moving around the apartment grabbing her belongings, before we head out the door.

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We are waiting at the doctors office, tammy rests her ankle up on my knee.

“ Tammy, please come this way.”

Tammy grabs her crutches and gets up, at first I remain seated thinking I was just going to wait there, but tammy takes a couple steps and turns around, “ Will you come in with me brad?”

I pretty much jump out of the chair and follow tammy into the office, the nurse gets tammy to sit on the bed with her right foot up and I stand next to her while we wait for the doctor.

“clunk”, I turn around.

“Morning Tammy, what have you done this time?”

“Morning Doc, just the usual another sprain.”

“ And is this your knight in shinning armour?”

I reach out to shake the doctors hand, “ Hi I’m brad, nice to meet you.”

The doc wastes no time, he unwraps her ankle, and wheels the ultrasound trolley over. He applies the jelly like paste to tammy ankles, and continues to do his thing.

“Umm, yes a ha.”

“Well tammy you are right you have sprained your ankle. There doesn’t appear to be any further ligament damage, although as I have told you in the past your ankle ligaments are a little worse for wear. Have you thought anymore about the surgery?”

“I have doc and at this time, I will just live with it.”

“Ok, well you know the drill, rest, ice, compression and elevation.”

He looks at me, “you make sure she stays of that ankle for a few days brad.”

“Ok doc, I will.”

He rewraps her ankle, and moves the ultrasound machine away.

“Well take care tammy, here is a prescription for some anti-inflammatory take 2 tablets 3 times a day and it will relieve the swelling and pain.

We jump back in the car and I pull up at her place,  I go to get out of the car, but she grabs me on the arm, “ brad take the car, go to your friend’s wedding and then come  back and see me tomorrow. I’ll be just here resting.”

“Are you sure tammy?”

“Yes really it’s fine I won’t be driving anywhere the next day or two anyways.” I reach in and place my hand on the side of tammy’s face as our lips meet, for a few seconds.

Tammy then gets out of the car, and crutches into her house, and I pull out.

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The whole time I was at the wedding I couldn’t stop thinking about tammy, we exchanged a few text messages throughout the evening.

The next day I wake up around 10am still feeling a bit under the weather from the night before. I decide to skip breakfast and grab a coffee and head over to Tammys house.

When I arrive she answers the door, to my surprise she is not using her crutches but instead walking around quite freely, limping of course.

I give her a kiss as I enter the house, we sit and chat for a few hours. We talk about everything from the wedding to my family, her family and just general chit chat.

I look at my watch and realise the time, “unfortunately I have to go tammy, I’m catching up with some family and friends. I would really like to see you again though. I head home in two days but will be back again in a month if you would like to catch up again?”

“That would be great brad, but please keep in contact with me you have my number, ill also text you my email address.”

I hear a horn out the front, that is my taxi waiting, I get up and give tammy a hug and she sees me out the front door.

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It has since been 6 months since I met tammy, we have stayed in contact and I have seen her more than a dozen times since. She is coming to visit me for a few weeks so maybe I should go to the pharmacy and stock up on supplies if you know what I mean………….

The end.