Rear Window

The hours were dragging, each day an eternity. It was my own fault and lessons had been learned but that didn’t improve my mood as I sat, leg up, looking out of my third floor window across the courtyard to where my neighbours were going about their daily lives. The swelling around my thigh had gone down but it was the itch that kept getting to me. When you have an inch on your shin but you can’t get to it because of plaster cast an inch thick it’s agony.

I had been warned by friends about riding my bicycle at speed in and around traffic in the West End. You’ll be killed by a taxi warned one. Don’t undertake warned another. Well, both events had come together in glorious harmony to send me crashing to the hard ground, my right leg broken in two places.

At least my flat was comfortable enough, though the heat was becoming an issue as the temperatures soared in mid-summer. I had just about everything I needed, thanks to a girlfriend who was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being in control. Melissa had hinted many a time about wanting to move in with me and I had always resisted. I’m forty two years old, divorced and quite enjoying the freedom that being a single man brings. I had met Melissa at a club where she works as an exotic dancer. Only twenty three, she is a five foot eight sexy dream, with long legs and a great ass. I had bought her a drink after her show and we just sort of clicked. That was two months ago and we had been right slap bang in the middle of the honeymoon period – when you can’t keep your hands off each other, experiment sexually, tell each other your real fantasies and basically have fun – when the accident happened.

At least it gave me the excuse I wanted to quit the job I hated. Working for folk with no imagination, an inability to take any kind of risk, spin city as I called it, had been eating away at my soul, at my very essence and now, at last I was free. What I was going to do with my life was anybody’s guess but for now I was solvent and frankly didn’t give a damn.

Continued tomorrow when the Silk Stocking Story heats up!

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