Cindy is a wonderful friend with the greatest of intentions, but sometimes when she tries 
to help she puts me in a very, shall we say difficult position. I don't think I need to tell 
anybody that I'm bi-sexual and a caster by now. My various stories speak for themselves.

She called me for a weekend ski trip last tuesday. She didn't understand to close link 
between a ski trip and the possible broken leg sighing or even…

She owns a time-share condo in Mon Tremblant Quebec. Mont Tremblant is like a small 
international town, people from all around the world own very expensive condos. 

You see one of the problems is that Cindy is a nice person. Very cute, with short dark 
blonde hair. Brown eyes, a beautifully shaped nose and luscious lips. Her body reminded 
me of a model, with larger breasts than most models I'd seen. And she has a very pleasant 
personality.

We arrived at the cabin on Friday night, too exhausted from the week to do much of 
anything, so we went just went to dinner and then back to the cabin to crash. We sat in 
front of the fireplace, sipping wine and chatting about the goings on in each other's lives. 

"Marie tells me you work with Donald now" I said

"Yeah, I'm one of the accountants for the firm," she said.

"Accounting, huh."

We continued talking about the condo, and some of the things we've done to it, and in it. 
All the animals around the place. By the time we finished off another bottle of wine, we 
were getting sleepy. Were laying face to face with our hands supporting our heads. I 
vaguely remember saying goodnight.

The next morning, I woke up to the pasty feel of old wine in my mouth. I opened my eyes 
to find Cindy laying beside me, curled up in a ball and snuggled with her back to me. 
Somehow, we were both covered by a blanket.

When I moved to get up, Cindy began to stir, I moved slowly so as not to wake her. 
Movement from the floor brought my attention back to the slumbering woman. I looked 
down at her and her eyes opened.

She gave a yawn and a stretch and said, "Good morning."
 
"Good morning," I said and reached down to take her hand. 

Saturday was fun, well,  for me anyway, lol. There was a huge snow storm outside We 
started off cross-country skiing. Re-discovered the paths that lead all through the snowy 
wonderland. The squirrels scurried around, watching these strange looking creatures 
invade their territory. We saw several rabbits and even caught a glimpse of a red fox 
jumping through the snow. I'm sure we would have seen more wildlife if we had been a 
little quieter.

Around noon, we headed back to the cabin for a quick bite before gathering our downhill 
skis to hit the slopes. The road to the resort was now close because of the storm. Just 
perfect, the mountain was all ours…almost

Cindy admitted that she wasn't much for downhill skiing, that she'd only done it a few 
times, and wasn't very good. She looked relieved when I told her it wasn't my forte, 
either, but I enjoyed it. "So we'll stick to the beginner slopes," I told her.

She smiled a thankful smile.

The sun on the new snow made it look like millions of diamonds were embedded in its 
surface, and I was glad I remembered my shades this time. The air was crisp and cold, as it 
should be, but we were cozy in our ski bibs, mittens and boots.

When we arrived at the slopes, Cindy and I went in the direction of the beginner hill. 
Riding the lift was probably the most fun. We could see where people had lost gloves, 
hats, scarves, and poles during their ride to the top. And it gave us the opportunity to talk.

We talked about everything. Our upbringing, siblings, parents, past relationships and 
experiences. And our abilities on the hill were about equal. I'm sure at this point you are 
wondering who had the accident, Stephanie the sexy caster or Cindy the cutie could be 
model. Lets see

Toward the end of the day, I was relieved to discover that, like me, she wasn't interested 
in a long-term relationship. That she was very content to have her space at home without 
having to answer to anyone but herself. This was my kind of woman.

When I reached the bottom, I looked up the hill in time to see her fall and sliding down the 
lower part of the hill on her stomach with her left ski preceding her by about 20 feet. It 
was a sight to see for sure.

Hiding my mirth, I ran up to her and asked if she was okay.

"I don't  know, I think I may have hurt my ankle" she said an embarrassed and a painful 
look on her face. 

"I don't know what happened... all of a sudden my ski came out from under me, and trying 
to keep my balance, I heard something snap, then landed on my face."

Since the slope was not officially open yet I attempted to help her stand. I got her to her  
feet in time for her to fall again. Her "Ouch" exclamation told me something wasn't quite 
right. 

After I helped her remove her remaining ski and taking mine off, I put her arm around my 
shoulder, put mine around her waist, and carried our skis toward the lodge while she 
hopped on one foot beside me making sure not to put any weight on her injured ankle. 

Thankfully, another skier saw our predicament and came to help. He carried the skis and I 
lifted Cindy into my arms for the remaining jaunt, all the while she complained she was 
too heavy for me to carry like that.

I said, "Don't be ridiculous. You don't weigh anything." Which was true. I bore her 
weight with very little effort and I got to fantasize about what the next few hours were 
going to be like. 

"Besides, it makes me feel good to rescue a damsel in distress," I said with a smile.

She smiled and turned beet red, but snuggled closer to my chest. I sat her at a table and 
propped her left foot on my lap to remove her boot. It was a difficult task, because her 
ankle had already started swelling. I gently set her foot on the chair as I went to get an ice 
pack and two cups of hot chocolate. I set the beverages on the table and put her foot back 
in my lap, where I took her sock off. Her ankle was swelling nicely and was turning a 
deep purple.

I was so wet to feel her injured ankle on my lap.

"Excuse me, but can I help? I saw you get the ice pack and wondered if you needed help. 
I'm the medic for the lodge and since all the road are closed I'm your only help." He was 
nice looking, somewhat tall and thin. The way a ski medic should look.

He looked at Cindy's ankle, turning it from side to side, moving her toes, and feeling 
around on her arch. He asked what happened, and she told him. 
      
"I don't think it's broken but without an X-ray it difficult to say" he said. 

"Could be sprained, but most likely it's just a strain. And I'll bet it hurts like hell."

"Yes, it does," she said. "What should I do about it?"

"Exactly what you're doing," he suggested. "I would also suggest that you let me apply a 
cast to your lower leg to stabilize the ankle until we have it x-rayed. Let me get the 
wheelchair and we will take you to my office"

"Thank you very much." He walked away and I looked at Cindy "I'll be right back"

I sat back down and put her foot back in my lap. Cast on her sexy leg…

"I feel so stupid! I've ruined this whole weekend!" she said, as her eyes watered.

I wanted to make her feel better, but didn't know what to say. So I came up with, 

"To tell you the truth, I was ready for a break. I just didn't want you to think I was a wuss 
by asking you to stop and join me for cocoa and Cindy the idea to see your lovely leg in a 
cast is so hot to me. " I said smiling at her 

"But now I can't go dancing with a cast and crutches tonight!" she whined.

"I didn't want to go anyway. Maybe we could just stay at the cabin and play cards or 
something," I suggested.

"You don't have to stay and babysit me, it's not going to be my first time on crutches you 
know."

"Who says I'm babysitting?" I asked. 

"Why were you on crutches before?"

"I broke my leg playing softball 2 years ago. I was in a full leg cast for 3 months" she said.

"Wow!" I said. I could only imagine her naked under me with this long cast between my 
legs

Part 2 to come