I felt like I had to get out of there. It was the worst conference of my life. The problem was, the deputy minister forced me to go to this conference on homeland security. I was suppose to be on holiday this week but with everything happening in the world these last few years... So I gave him the answer that he wanted to hear. You know what it is, if you've ever worked for a powerful man with high political intention. So after 10 hours of various presentations, I left the conference centre in Downtown Hull, grabbed my keys drove to my favourite coffee shop on a nice terrace by the National Art centre in Ottawa Grabbing a large decaf coffee, I sat down at a corner table and checked out a dog-eared copy of the newspaper. If someone were to describe me at that point, I think they'd say the following: 36 or so year old blonde, long hair down over her shoulders, nice breasts (D cups), hard to say about the ass since she's sitting down (it's VERY nice, lol), cute face, the kind that looks nice without makeup, but isn't really improved by makeup either, good legs (and 2 of them for now), and a vaguely tired look on her face." Yeah, that's what they'd probably say. Anyway, I was just idly reading about the Ottawa Citizen, when I heard a soft voice. "Hi, mind if I sit here? The place is pretty packed and strangers have to share tables." I looked and saw a 20-ish brunette with really short hair. "Uh, sure, go ahead," I said. She settled herself, and stuck out her hand. "Hi, I'm . Brigitte St-Jean," she said. "Uh, I'm Claire, uh, Robbins." I took her hand and shook it. Nice firm grip. And warm, too. "So, what brings you here?" she asked. "I'm here to get some studying done, can't do it at my apartment, neighbors. Too loud. Know what I mean?" "Uh, yeah, I know what you mean. I'm just trying to relax a little before sleep, been at this conference all day" I replied. "Very nice meeting you Claire" Brigitte said. She flashed me a lovely smile, and I noticed her light green eyes, turned up nose, and light splash of freckles across her nose. She looked like a nice person, and talking to someone nice, was more attractive than reading an almost day old paper. "I wish I could stay Brigitte but I need to get back to my Motel, I have another crazy day tomorrow." I slid my left pump back on my foot and got up, pulling down a bit on my short skirt. Brigitte notice, and looked up and down at my long legs in the black pantyhose. I said goodbye and walked out the door. I was walking towards my car looking for my car keys, when I suddenly felt the 4 inch pump on my left foot twist when I stepped into a small hole on the sidewalk, I lost my balance, followed by a sharp pain in my ankle. I slumped down against my car, and the next thing I knew, Brigitte was holding my hand, and gently patting my cheek. "Hey, Claire, are you okay? Did you hurt your leg?" The look in her eyes was one of concern while she was staring at my left foot. "Oh God Brigitte, my ankle...." "I'll call 911, just sit tight and don't move your leg." The Ottawa paramedics came and the ambulance took me to the General hospital, where they pronounced my injury "not serious." Brigitte had come along, for which I was grateful. "Your ankle is not broken but you have a good sprain. I need to put an ankle brace wrapped in an ACE bandage on your injured ankle and you will have to use crutches for a couple of weeks" I watched the man wrap my ankle and foot after cutting the lower portion of my pantyhose. "If you wait a minute, I will get you the crutches." As the man went to walk from the room, Brigitte asked "Have you ever been on crutches Claire?" "No why do you ask?" "Just curious" she said looking at my bandaged ankle "I will carry your pump and purse Claire" I took the crutches and the doctor adjusted them to my height. After I was discharged, I was at a loss as to what to do now that I was on crutches with a bum ankle. I felt like I should go back to my motel room and call my husband and tell him all about my accident, but didn't feel like hearing him telling me again that I should not wear 4 inch heels. Brigitte must have read my mind, because she said, "Wondering where to go now? If you'd like, you could come over to my place." She looked so shy saying that, I recalled when she was staring at my legs. I guessed there wouldn't be any harm, so I agreed. Using my crutches I made it back to her car and rode with her in her jeep to her place, a nice little apartment near the Ottawa University. "Are you enrolled in the University?" I asked. "Yes, I'm a senior, graduating next semester. How about you?" she asked in turn. "I work for CSIS, I work for the deputy minister" I said. She got out, and ran around and helped me out of the jeep. For the first time I noticed her body, since it was the first time I saw her standing next to me. She was a little taller than me, 5'10" I'd guess, to my 5'8". Her body was slim, but her butt looked very feminine, full, firm and round. Her breasts were smaller than mine, B cups, but nicely shaped through her t shirt. I noticed that her nipples were hard and pointy through the fabric. She held my arm when I came out of the jeep. My arm brushed against her breast when she gave me my crutches from the back, and it felt warm and soft to me. I felt a little tingle at that. We went into her ground floor apartment, which was decorated nicely. "Make yourself at home," Brigitte said. "The couch is probably the most comfortable, you will be able to rest your ankle on the coffee table. Would you like some coffee?" She giggled when she saw the expression on my face. "Uck, no, because of the coffee I will be spending 2 weeks on those crutches. How about some tea, if you have any?" I said. "Apple cinnamon okay?" Brigitte yelled out of the kitchen. "Sure," I replied. Soon we were both sipping our tea, and talking quietly, just as we had been in the coffee shop. I don't know if it was the excitement of the evening, or a little residual injury, but my back got really tight, and started hurting. Part 2 to come