Chapter 10: Routine

Buddy was really a great dog. He liked his new home. Whenever I went, he followed me at my heels. He was keen on sleeping in my bed, but I kicked him off. He looked at me with his human eyes and retreated reluctantly. Casey hadn't told me that he was snoring. I have to get used to his snoring. This will be in my favor when I get married one day.

I started working again. It wasn't easy. I am real estate agent, and I have to travel frequently. The cast was a huge obstacle. My colleagues gave me a hand when necessary. Some of them were overzealous though. This was a little annoying. I must admit that I was more noticeable than before. The females became jealous. To my surprise, I managed to sell one of the most expensive properties in our list.

I had sex with Rick. He is 29, blond and quite attractive. He is accountant in the agency. We went to a rock concert together. Evanescence. He was beside me all the time. He was afraid that I may fall. I said that I am not so helpless. In this moment, someone pushed me unintentionally. I poked the boor's shin with the crutch. The man yelled. Rick burst with laughter. After the concert, I invited him home. Buddy was barking angrily as Rick was struggling to undress me. I locked the dog out. He looked accusingly at me, and chugged before the door closed with a slam. The cast was disturbing Rick. He unsuccessfully tried to hide that. Every time he bumped against the cast, he apologized. He just didn't know what to do with it. I had painted my toenails green. Rick didn't pay them any attention. His attention was concentrated on my tits and face, then- between my legs. The cast was an obstacle to Rick. I had to tell him what to do with it. As a whole, the fucking was good but during it, I was thinking about Steven. Somehow, Rick understood. Before he left, he faced me and said:

"I hope to keep friends with you, Tiffany."

"I hope too, Rick," I said and kissed him.

I felt guilty. I wanted to be with Steven. Where is he now? Why isn't he calling?

I visited Casey again. They had turned her on her side. A pile of pillows was supporting her hip and waist. The position didn't look very comfortable. She did not complain though. I noticed that her toenails were painted pink. The color suited her. We chatted for some time. Casey didn't tell who painted her toes. I didn't ask. As I assured her that Buddy is ok, I went back home. Buddy was waiting into the kitchen, gazing at the fridge, drooling.

The days slipped by. It was time to meet Dr. Campbell again.

I knocked on the door and entered. He helped me on the examining table. After he cut the cast and pry it open, I saw the same sorry sight as before. Scaling dead skin. The nurse cleaned it. I aided her. My right leg seemed to be thinner than the other. The doctor examined it thoroughly. As he bent my knee, I winced. It was surprisingly stiff. I hadn't flexed it more then two months. The X-rays showed that everything is fine. The doctor explained everything about the physiotherapy.

"Thank you, doc. I will see you, '' I said preparing to leave.

"No one wants to see me frequently," Dr. Campbell answered.

"Nothing personal. Don't you think so?"