Accidental Meeting  
 
 
 
Melanie was none too pleased with the thought of a half-day layover at the Barbados 
International airport. At the time she didn't know that her few hours layover was 
going to become days.  
 
Well, nothing an airport bar and a good book wont cure she thought to herself, 
reaching up to grab the crutches that the stewardess was giving her.  
 
Several people bumped their way past her. After 3 months on crutches and 4 
different casts, she finally received a short walking cast made of plaster with the 
rubber heel under the cast. She was told to gradually put weight on her broken leg 
but to keep using her crutches at the same time.  
 
You see Melanie is what we would call a caster. For years she loved to see peoples 
on crutches with leg casts. She was in a few recreational cast herself and one short 
medical cast for a busted ankle when she was a teen. She loved to read and write 
stories about cast and crutches. Some stories with a very sexual and erotic tone 
but...she dreamed of the full leg cast.  
 
 
3 months ago she was rock climbing when she lost her footing. She had fallen twenty 
feet down. She still remembered the sensation of helplessness as the hillside 
collapsed around her.  
 
She tried to assess the damage she had sustained in the fall. She could tell that she 
had a pretty bad concussion and a compound fracture of her right leg. She laid there 
unable to move waiting for rescue and remembered all the stories where peoples 
would intentionally break a leg.  
 
She was in pain like never before.  
 
3 months and 4 cast later she was finally able to start putting some weight on her 
badly shattered leg. She wasn't suppose to use the walking cast until next week but 
she just loved to limp around while using her crutches.  
 
One hurried man in a dark blue business suit crowded past her so furiously that her 
casted broken leg banged the side of the curb, shooting a stabbing pain through her 
right leg.  
 
"Ouch!" she snapped.  
 
"Mm, sorry" he mumbled not even stopping to see if she was ok.  
 
Asshole, she thought to herself, gingerly lowering her cast but deciding against it and 
used her crutches instead.  
 
Once in the airport, she made a direct beeline for the first bar. She propped her 
crutches up on one side of her on the counter, and her back back on the other side.  
 
Stay away....was the message she was strategically giving out to anyone who 
happened upon her. Her leg was very sore after hitting the cast. She ordered a  
rum and coke and opened her novel resting her broken leg.  
 
Over the next 20 min, the bar became quite crowded and she ended up having to 
put her bag and newspaper on the floor under the bar as people asked "is this seat 
taken?".  
 
The gentleman on her right looked like he needed about 24 hours of sleep and a hot 
shower. The man on her left sat quietly reading and sipping a green-bottled beer.  
 
Her right lower leg still throbbing, she crossed it over her left leg and reached down 
to rub her hitching ties with her fingertips. She noticed the green-beer-bottle man 
use his peripheral vision to look at her cast.  
 
Maybe he was a caster interested in this lovely woman on crutches wearing a lovely 
plaster cast, she thought. Then again, maybe he's just looking at my legs...that 
would be more my luck. Where's the handsome caster when a girl really needs one, 
anyhow??  
 
She winced as she tensed the muscles inside the cast.  
 
"I'll bet that if you asked the bartender for an extra seat, he would get  
 you one." the stranger said to her tipping his beer back.  
 
"Well, this is what I get for walking on my cast before I was suppose to!" she smiled 
back at him.  
 
He smiled and turned back to his book.  
 
"Where are you headed?" Melanie asked him, bored of her book, and wanting to find 
out more about this man who had taken a tad of interest in her cast. With a self-love 
of her own cast, she was a little thrilled that he had noticed...why not find out if he 
perhaps was a cast lover.  
        
Never having met one personally, the thought was provoking to say the least. 
Besides, he was nice-looking!  
 
"Montreal." he replied.  
 
"Business or pleasure?"  
 
"Both, you could say."  
 
"Sounds fun...by the way, I'm Melanie."  
 
"Hi, Melanie, I'm Tony."  
 
Just then a waitress walked up to them and told them that a booth had just been 
freed, and if they would like it, she could help Melanie. The bar stools had all been 
taken, and many people were standing behind the counter waiting for a stool to 
open.  
 
Tony started to say, "Oh, thanks, but we're not"---"We'll take it." Melanie interrupted 
raising her eyebrows in question towards Tony.  
 
"Sure, ok." he said.  
 
They were seated in a circle booth in a darker corner of the bar with Melanie's 
crutches resting beside Tony.  
 
 
Part 2 to come if you like