Part 6

There was something else going on here. The way she talked about her experience, 
the dates while in her cast. She was the third person to show real interest in 
her cast in the last 2 days...

When they got to the location Sydney couldn't believe her eyes. There were so 
many brightly colored hang gliders it looked like a field of wild flowers. She 
hadn't realized it was such a big deal.

Sydney already had two pages of her letter sized note pad filled. Sydney took 
her crutches and they headed to the cliffs and watched the hang gliders take off 
for the next thirty minutes. Nancy had to help Sydney several times. Her cast 
made it more difficult. Sydney apologized for being so much trouble over and 
over. 

Nancy assured her that it was no bother, she told her again about her broken 
ankle. They headed back to the car. Nancy asked if she could read the notes she 
had taken while Sydney was getting comfortable in the car with her long cast and 
Sydney handed her the note pad. Nancy broke out into a huge smile as she read 
on.

"This stuff is great!" she almost shouted. "I mean absolutely wonderful."

"Thank you," was all Sydney said but her heart leapt inside her chest at Nancy's 
admiration. 

"I can't wait to see the photographs you took. Do you think I have what they 
want at the magazine?" she asked shyly.

"Oh you gave them so much more than they asked for it isn't funny," Nancy 
answered, still reading Sydney's notes.

They had really enjoyed each other's company today. Sydney got home and said 
goodbye to Nancy while standing on her crutches and told her she couldn't wait 
until they got to work together again. Nancy agreed that they had had a great 
day and she too looked forward to their next collaboration. 

Sydney began to type her notes into a clear precise article to e-mail to Maxime. 
Michael called about nine o'clock at first asking her about her broken leg but 
Sydney came unglued on the phone telling him about her day that she had a job 
even though it was freelancing. She was so excited she forgot to tell him hello. 
He laughed with her and her excitement infected him, he was just as happy to 
hear she had found work as she was. His heart was beginning to make plans for 
her. They talked for over an hour, and half of that was saying goodbye. Neither 
one wanted to hang up.

She went to sleep that night, her thoughts drifting between Michael's return and 
her glorious day.

The next morning the phone rang before Sydney was up. She hoped it was Michael 
and answered the phone beside the bed. It was Maxime. Sydney snapped awake and 
sat up to listen.

"Sydney?" she asked.

"Yes, Maxime? Good morning, did you get my article?" she asked.

"Oh yes indeed I got your article. I though I told you captions. You send me a 
short novel," Maxime said.

"I'm sorry. Didn't you say to write what I wanted and you would pull the 
captions from it?" she asked confused.

"Well, that was the idea. I showed your story to the editor and he flipped. 
We're expanding the story two pages. Can you come in today and get with Nancy 
and lay it out with her photos?" Maxime asked.

"Sure. What time Maxime?" she answered.

"Nancy said her pictures would be ready by eleven. Can you make it by then?" 
Maxime asked.

"I'll be there." Sydney excitement just hit one hundred on a scale of ten.

Sydney went to Maxime's office wearing a skirt and blouse. Her secretary told 
her they were in Nancy's office looking over the article. Sydney headed that way 
slowly on her curtches. She poked her head inside the door sheepishly.

"Come in Sydney!" Maxime said when she saw her. "This is Bill Harrisson, the 
 managing editor, Bill this is Sydney."

"Very happy to meet you young lady. This is quite a story you have given us," he 
said, staring at Sydney's broken leg.

"What happened to your leg?" he said

"Just a little accident but thank you Mr. Harrisson, it's nice to meet you," 
Sydney replied.

"We're pretty informal around here, its Bill if you don't mind," he told her.

"Ok, Bill it is," she smiled back at him. She was starting to feel so 
comfortable on crutches.

Sydney looked at Nancy, she was smiling up at her, holding a magnifying glass 
over a table full of gorgeous photos. 

Sydney rested her crutches and the side and hopped on her good leg over to the 
table and took the glass and started examining the photos. They were truly 
gorgeous. The bright colors against the clear blue sky made for a shocking 
contrast. Bill broke Sydney's concentration when he keyed the intercom and a 
voice answered on the other end.

"Is Sydney's check cut yet?" he asked.

"Yes hold on," 

Sydney didn't really know why she was here, she didn't know much about layout of 
text and such but she was glad they had included her in the process. Maxime 
handed Sydney an envelope. Sydney took it and opened it. The check was for five 
hundred dollars. Her eyes flew wide open. Five hundred for one day, and not even 
a full day at that. 

She looked at Maxime and asked if there had been some mistake. Maxime assured 
her there was no mistake. 

Sydney and Nancy spent most of that day finishing the article. She worked 
carefree and happier than she could remember being in a working environment. She 
noticed from time to time Nancy looking her cast. That cast was a magnet.

When she saw Michael approaching the baggage claim her heart raced like it never 
had before. He dropped his carryon and grabbed her gently, paying attention to 
her broken leg and crutches. He pulled her close and without hesitation pressed 
his lips warmly against hers. He kissed her for the longest time. She didn't 
have to wonder if he had missed her, his kiss told all. And she kissed him back 
just as warmly. 

She didn't stop talking on the way home. She rattled off everything that had 
happened. She hadn't even thought to ask him how his trip was. He spent the rest 
of the drive home telling her about it.

Michael fired up the grill out back and hit the shower to freshen up. By the 
time he was back the fire was perfect. He unwrapped the steaks and threw them on 
the fire. 

When he placed the steaks on their plates he poured the mushrooms over the meat. 
He had wrapped the asparagus in foil with butter and heated them on the grill 
also. They sat down to a marvelous meal. Michael lifted her broken leg carefully 
and rested the cast on the chair beside him. That gave him a perfect view on her 
casted foot.

They finished eating and retired to the living room to finish their drink. She 
sat her glass down and ran her fingers across his cheek. She was lying on his 
chest and massaging his arm. He was examining her amazing body. Her gentle 
inebriated breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall so sexily. He laid his 
hand on her stomach and began to rub her. She twisted her hips gently enjoying 
his touch. He stopped when his hand got to her hip.

"How's your broken leg honey?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"Just great, don't you think my cast looks good on me?" she asked.

"No, yes well you do look sexy in that long cast but I'm sorry about your broken 
leg and the pain." he replied.

"Well, I'm happy you find me sexy" she smiled up at him and she placed his hands 
on her cast.

"Sydney..." 

"It's ok, I just feel so good. Please kiss me," she begged.

He pulled her body up to his and pressed his lips against hers. She sighed 
deeply as his tongue searched for hers. She stuck hers out to meet his. Their 
mouths opened wide and their tongues danced, probing and licking each other's 
gently. 

Her breasts were heaving against his chest. He moaned lowly as she touched him. 
With his lips still pressed tightly to hers he picked her up and carried her to 
his bedroom, careful not to bang her cast on the doorframe. He laid her softly 
on the bed and stood back and stared at her gorgeous broken leg and body. She 
had laid on this bed and imagined him taking her here. She reached up and took 
hold of the waist of his pants and tugged gently on them. 

He took the first button on her blouse and unbuttoned it. His fingers pressed 
the soft flesh of her neck. He slid them down to the next button. One by one he 
undid her buttons. The sheer bra she was wearing showed the gorgeous white skin 
of her breasts. 

He slipped it over her shoulders and off her arms. Her nipples were hot pink, 
they were swelling inside her bra. They were standing up begging him to touch 
them. 

He eased her pants down her hips and cast. He looked at her broken leg 
inspecting her cast. 

The was just perfect, following her leg, caressing her leg, keeping her leg 
together. Without the cast her leg was crippled and with the cast her leg was a 
work of art.  He touched it gently just like she could feel anything. 

Her mouth fell open slightly as he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slipped them 
down his thighs. Her eyes were becoming hot sexy slits. He straightened up and 
stepped out of his jeans. Her eyes were fixed to his bikini briefs and the 
growing bulge there. 

She reached up, lifting her broken leg she pressed her cast against his manhood. 
He just stood and let her cast and penis touch, his head fell back and his mouth 
dropped open. 

He eased down onto the bed beside her. "You want me to go on?" he asked.

She closed her eyes and shook her head yes. 


Part 7 to come