Part 2

"Great, you can't even remember where your car's parked. I'll be dead by 
morning."

Mark spotted red Neon parked near the down ramp of the garage and hurried over 
to it. 

"Nice car," Kelly said, the sarcasm not lost on Mark as he unlocked the 
passenger door and slide the seat back to leave space for her casted leg. She 
gave him the crutches, moan slightly while trying to get her cast inside the 
small car and then crawled inside with Mark's help. 

"My God, she's beautiful on her crutches...and specially with this perfect cast" 
Mark thought to himself immediately, watching her jeans hug the outline of her 
broken leg, casted , which was long and followed the contour of her leg 
perfectly. 

But the thought disturbed him. He couldn't afford to be distracted. They had a 
long drive ahead of them, and if they were lucky, they'd still be alive when the 
assassin was found. He put the crutches in the back seat. 

"My name is Mark," he said, offering his hand. She took it, smiling, and shook 
it as she removed her sunglasses with her other hand. 

"I'm Kelly," she said. "But you already knew that."

Mark stared for a moment, drinking in the sight of her soft, red lips, sparkling 
brown eyes, delicate nose, and gleaming white teeth. Mark saw very little of her 
father in Kelly, but the eyes gave her away. Her long, straight brown hair hung 
just past her shoulder blades, the bangs framing her perfect oval-shaped face. 
She was a beautiful woman. When you combine a sexy young woman in a full leg 
cast...wow. 

Her breasts jutted from beneath the sweater.. 

"You guys are all the same," she chuckled. "Yeah, I have nice breast but look at 
my cast it's nice also. You're a cutie. Let's go." She said rubbing her cast 
with her hand.

Mark smiled, scanning the area in front of him as he pulled out of the parking 
lot and descended down the ramp. He wonder for a second if she was happy to be 
in the cast from what she told him. He sure was happy to spend the next few days 
with her 

"Where are we going?" she asked. 

"We're going to Quebec city."

Kelly spent the next few hours detailing her life, about college, and her 
excitement about her cast, she old him how much pain she was in when her leg was 
trapped and broke but since she was a young teen she wanted to be in a leg cast 
and using crutches. 

Mark told her as much as he could about his life.

"No girlfriend, no wife, no kids?" 

"None," Mark answered. "Not with the life I have." 

"How old are you?"

"I'm 37," he said. "How old are you?"

"You know I'm 18," she laughed. "Or else, you've been living in a cave."

"You'd be surprised."

They had been driving for nearly 3 hours when Mark spotted a hotel just 
off the highway. He signalled, got over, and made his way down the off ramp to 
the connecting street. After the stop sign, he took a left, and then a second 
left into the parking lot. 

"I'll help you out of the car, give you your crutches and I will take your bag 
and get a room. But you go in ahead of me, find the elevator, and stand facing 
it. Don't move until I join you. Don't look at anyone, don't let them get a good 
look at you." 

"There's nobody else here, Mark. There's like, five cars, and this place is 
huge."

"So you'll do it?"

"Yes," she chuckled while she used his support too slide out of the car. While 
pulling her broken leg out he saw her moan slightly. Even casted her badly 
broken leg was still sore.

She took her crutches from Mark and He stared at her ass while she made her way 
to the door on crutches, and his cock grew despite the sense of dread that had 
loomed over him the minute he was given his assignment.

The jeans hugged her firm, round buttocks, and from the slit he had a great view 
of her purple cast. 

"Get back in the game," he said to himself, eyes still locked on Kelly's 
broken leg as she slipped through the double doors ahead of them on her 
crutches, and moved off to the left of the lobby.

Mark walked in shortly after, paid cash for the room, and joined Kelly by the 
elevator. They made their way to the room, ordered a couple of hamburgers 
through room service, and settled in.

The room was rather small, too small for the Queen sized bed that sat in the 
middle of it.

"There's only one bed," she said. "You're not going to try to touch my broken 
leg while I'm asleep are you?"

"What?" he said, surprised. Then he turned, saw her laughing, and began laughing 
himself. 

"Surprised ya, didn't I. I saw you looking at my broken leg when I was walking 
on my crutches into the hotel. Your reflection was pretty telling, I saw it in 
the glass doors. So do you like women with broken leg?"

"Yeah, I didn't think Prime Ministerial daughters were supposed to play with 
horses and break their leg." He said smiling at her while staring at her, 
looking so good on crutches right now.

Kelly's voice was soft, and feminine, and she spoke with a rhythm and cadence 
that suggested she had been choosing her words carefully about his interest in 
her broken leg.

But the sound of her voice was like music to Mark, it pleased him to think that 
maybe she was like him a caster, and he fell in love with Kelly's sweet voice 
immediately. 


"You didn't answer the question," she said. 

"Yes I did."

"You answered a question. Not 'the' question about my broken leg."


Part 3 to come