Coming down off their high, they said their goodnights and 
hung up. Stephanie rolled over, reposition her broken leg and 
dreamed of Norman, wondering when they would finally have 
a chance to have a real life encounter. 

The talks continued daily and the feelings between them were 
getting stronger. 

One Wednesday morning, Stephanie found a note scribbled in 
her principal handwriting. 

"Come to my office as soon as you get this. I need to see 
you  Principal Boisvenue ." 

Oh hell, now what? she thought as she made her way slowly on 
her crutches careful not to step on her casted leg to the principal 
office. She knocked lightly on his door and peered inside. He 
motioned for her to sit down while he was on the phone. 

She sat, rested her crutches beside her and crossed her left leg 
over her cast while she waited. She looked at her watch and 
silently pleaded with him to hurry up since her class was 
starting in 30 minutes. 

Teaching on crutches was fantastic but a little bit more difficult 
then she expected. Norman often suggested that she used a 
wheelchair. The idea of a woman wearing a plaster cast using a 
wheelchair is very erotic for some people.

While the principal was on the phone, he rustled through papers 
on his desk until he found what he was looking for and set it 
aside. After hanging up, he looked up at Stephanie. 

Stephanie moved on the chair trying to get her broken leg more 
comfortable. 

"How is your leg Miss Robinson"

"Much better, thank you. I will still be on crutches for months 
but the pain is disappearing." Stephanie loved to talk abut her 
broken leg. She knew she looked good in the cast and after all 
those years of waiting, dreaming and fantasizing...

"The reason why I asked you to come in here, is because 
something suddenly came up, actually 2 things to be accurate 
and I want to know if you have any plans for this weekend."

Oh God! He's not asking me out is he?? she pondered as she 
studied the principal's face for any type of clue as to why he 
would be asking her such a personal question. 

"Umm," she stammered in an unsure voice, "I just planned on 
staying in and resting my broken leg. Why, why do you ask?"

"Well, there is an international symposium in Florida on Friday that
I was suppose to attend If you wanted to go, we'd pay for your 
transportation and your hotel room for the whole weekend. It 
would be a good way to rest your broken leg in sunny Florida"

She stared at him in disbelief. "Did I just hear you say 
Florida?" she inquired, making sure she wasn't hearing things.

The principal scanned the brochure and another piece of paper 
that he had on his desk before handing both to her, 

"Yeah, it says Ft Lauderdale Florida on here and the other one 
said Yes...Im a female caster. Look at them for yourself." He 
said while staring at her cast and smiling

Stephanie stared at her story that she wrote about a year ago  
and carefully examined it. Sure enough, he had to be the one to 
find out about her website.

"I'll go!" she said without any hesitation.

"Are you sure?" he asked, "I wouldn't want to impose on a 
weekend of staying in and  resting your broken leg in 
that...beautiful cast."

Stephanie's eyes lit up as she use her crutches to get up from 
her seat, 

"Just tell me what time I need to leave and I will be ready sir."

"Great. Thanks Stephanie. I really appreciate you going on such 
short notice. I will have Trudy sign you up and have all of the 
information on your desk by this afternoon and please 
Stephanie call me David

At the door, she stopped and turned around on her crutches, 
giving him a great view of her casted leg. 

"You did say that the school board is paying for my hotel for 
the whole weekend, right?" 

"Yes. Is that a problem?" he asked lightly, looking up from her 
cast for the first time in minutes. He realized for the first time 
since he found Stephanies double life on the web, how sexy she 
this woman is. So desirable on her crutches with this long 
plaster cast.

"Ohhhhh no," she said through a smile, "It won't be a problem 
at all." She closed the door behind her.

At her desk, waiting for the kids, using both hands she put her 
heavy cast on a chair. A red light flashed on her phone 
indicating she had a message. She typed in her PIN number and 
listened as Norman's voice told her that he was sorry he missed 
her and to call him when she could. She dialed his number and 
waited for him to answer. 

"Hello?" 

"You are not going to believe what just happened!" Stephanie 
gushed into the telephone. 

"What? Is it bad? Talk to me," his voice dripping with concern.

 "Well, first off, what do you have planned for this weekend?" 
she asked in her most nonchalant voice while rubbing her 
plaster cast. 

"Nothing really. Now are you going to tell me what happened 
or not?" 

"Ohhhh, I was just wondering. I just got back from the 
principal's office and I have a workshop that I have to go to 
this weekend. That's all." 

"That sucks. You were planning on resting your broken leg?" 

"Well," it's actually this weekend and the school board 
is paying for my whole weekend -- hotel included, perfect 
cover story love." 

"Is anyone going with you?" 

"No, I'm going by myself," she replied. 

"So where is the symposium?"

"Well," she said as her voice trailed off, "that is why I asked 
what you are doing this weekend. The symposium is in Florida"

"You're kidding, right?" he asked, desperate to believe her, but 
not wanting to get his hopes up.

"Norman. I am really going to be there for the weekend. I have 
to go to the workshop. I promised I would go, but the rest of 
the weekend is ours. That is, if you want it to be ours."



Part 4 to come