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the gradually putting weight on my bad
leg.
    I gasp as pain shoots up my
leg. It’s enough to make me sit right back down on my ass. Okay, maybe I can
take it easy for a day or two. It’s not like I have any pressing issues now.
    I spend far too much time
watching daytime television. Good thing Blade has Xfinity on demand. After all,
there’s only so much a person can handle of shows like Jerry Springer and Maury
Povitch or whatever the dude’s name is. CNN saves the day. After six hours of
war footage in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Iran, Turkey, even I can’t stand anymore
and finally turn the TV off for good. Man the world is one messed up place.
    By the time the front door
opens I have warn a trail in his carpet from the front living room window to
the bookcase to the tile kitchen floor and back onto the carpet by the coffee
table. The instant I hear the door opening I leap from the couch, sprint down
the hall and leap right into the arms of a strange man.
    “Whoah doll…” He exclaims
catching me in his powerful arms. “Blade said you were a sweet girl but this...”
    “And who the hell are you?” I
ask as he sets me back on my feet.
    “They call me Digger.”
    “Okay Digger, where’s Blade?
Is he okay?”
    “Blade’s fine. He’s just
running late and wanted me to check on you and make sure you’re fine. Can I
tell him you’re fine?”
    “Yes.”
    “How’s the leg?”
    “Way better. When’s he coming
home?”
    “Maybe not till late. Do you
need anything to eat?” Digger asks.
    “No I’m fine really.”
    “Okay…”
    I shut the door behind him
and collapse on the couch. No way am I gonna last another day in this place and
yet I am supposed stay here three or four more just to let my leg heal. Maybe I
can hurry up the healing process with more aggressive exercising. In the TV
room I noticed a stair climber and a treadmill. I decide to give the stair
machine a test run. I have always prided myself for being in good shape but
after fifteen minutes of torture on the machine I’ve had enough. Not only are
my legs incased in what feels like jelly, but my lungs are on fire as well. The
only thing that feels halfway normal is my shot up leg. That appendage actually
seems to have enjoyed the exercise and it feels a little better. I wobble into
the kitchen for some juice to drink, down two glasses of OJ and return to the
couch to rest. Before long my eyelids finally become too weighty to bear and
they close on their own accord. Five minutes later blessed sleep takes me.
    My body tingles. It begins at
the bottom of my right ear and sends delicious chills down my neck. A soft sigh
escapes my lips as the feelings intensify. I shift from my side to my back and
take a deep breath and let it out slowly. As I inhale again my nostrils fill
with a familiar leathery minty scent that can only belong to one man! My eyes
fly open just as Blade’s lips reach the swelling at the tops of my breasts.
    “Not so fast tough guy.” I
murmur.
    “I’m going slow.” He
breathes. My skin breaks out into tingly goose bumps everywhere his breath
caresses me.
    “Not in my book you’re not Mister.
You’re more like a red Ferrari that’s just shifted out of second gear into
fifth, sliding into the fast lane. You just blew by foreplay and went straight
into sex play with that move buddy.” I say, as I extract his finger from my
panties.
    “You don’t like where this is
going?” He breathes onto my exposed nipples.
    “Oh I love the destination
but I also love the ride.”
    “So you’re saying?” He
whispers.
    “Enjoy the ride already.” I
murmur.
    “Oh I will.” He reassures me.
“Right when I get to the enjoyable part.” He replies with a laugh.
    “What?” I explode, slapping
him on the back. “The enjoyable part? My whole body is the enjoyable part
Mister.”
    “Don’t get your panties in a
bunch babe. I still have to get them off.”
    “Oh I highly doubt that’s
going to happen.” 
    “Sorry to burst