With a devilish grin she told me that no medically correct cast looked like this but since I wouldn’t go out and she wanted to achieve something other than healing a break this wouldn’t matter. Juanita started to pull stockinet over my left arm, cut out a hole for the thumb and decided to include the thumb into the cast to and added smaller stockinet over the thumb. It took them both no time at all, to decide that I should get to long arm casts with my hands turned up to make it very difficult for me to do anything on my own (me being at their mercy was what they achieved). It didn’t take Juanita very long to prepare everything necessary, but Dianne was even faster in undressing me down to my briefs for casting despite her casts. For this I got a mischievous grin that hinted of better things to come and realized that I couldn’t have done her a greater favor. To get somewhat even I demanded, that Dianne kept hers as long as I wore mine. To late I realized, that the wine and her toes made me loose concentration and that I just had accepted to get casted. Putting her foot into my lap and wriggling her toes made me say yes to anything, which I promptly did. To prove her point she wiggled her toes with their red nails at me, knowing full well how to catch my attention and divert me from any line of thought. Receiving all those longing stares and looks of pity really excited her. Dianne, who never shied from the spotlight explained, that wearing a cast made her the center of attention everywhere she went. Dianne used my frequent and lengthy absences to try out different cast and let herself be used as training-dummy for Juanita’s interns and technicians-in-training.Īs she went on to talk about the exhilarating feeling of wearing a cast, the incredible freedom she felt, she pulled herself up to the sofa and settled her foot in my lap, Juanita brought some wine from the kitchen. At length the truth came out and it was as I already suspected: my wife loved to be casted just for fun (how this came to be I was told later) and Juanita provided experience and materiel. But if Juanita managed to get a cast saw and plaster from her practice they could have done it there better and easier and wouldn’t have to clean up afterwards. At first tried to tell me that Dianne had slipped on a banana and broken her arm and her leg and now Juanita was cutting the arm cast off, because it was done wrong and hurt. They could have spoken Sanskrit, I didn’t understand one word of their babbling. With this my mind ran off in a completely different direction and got lost in jungle of questions: Why does she wear cast just for fun, where did she get it, was it Juanita’s doing ( a rhetorical question, she is an orthopedic surgeon)? I can’t even remember all those other questions and getting my mind back on track was made even more difficult as both of them recovered from their initial shock and tried to explain everything away. Finally the last words of their conversation fell into place, She didn’t wear these for medical reasons, but just for fun. ![]() The last time I had seen this kind of expression on my wife’s face was, when she was stopped by the highway patrol for speeding. Even less understandable was that both turned a bright crimson, which got deeper by the second, as if I had caught them doing something forbidden. I realized that something had to be wrong with these casts as Juanita was in the process of cutting the arm cast off Dianne. At first I thought she must have had a rather bad accident, but she never mentioned one during the conversations on the phone we had every other day. ![]() I was distracted by my wife sitting on the floor with a cast on her left leg starting just above her toes and ending just below her hip and a cast on her right arm which in included her thumb and her elbow but looked rather mutilated. Seeing them I stopped dead in my tracks and so did their conversation, but I caught the last words: “…you ever try to talk to Mike about your fetish for casts? Keep wearing one until he comes home and….” The meaning of these words escaped me for quite some time. As I walked in I found her and her friend Juanita sitting on some sheets in the living room, surrounded by bits and pieces of plaster. I tried to phone my wife as soon as I knew, but she didn’t answer and the machine seemed to be broken. One day I coma home from a business trip a flight early.
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