When Nasty was alone, she breathed a deep sigh of relief and laid down her head on her crossed arms, reflecting on what had been a really hard day. She set down the crutches - her new friends for next couple of months, - against the stretcher and closed her eyes, trying not to think about anything. She almost fell asleep, but suddenly she remembered the Mitsubishi driver, who was still in the operating room in front of her stretcher.

Carefully, she looked around, and noticed the ER was much calmer now and no one was looking at her. Quickly she grabbed one of her crutches by the bottom end, leant over and caught the handle of the long-forgotten suitcase on the floor. She knew by the shape of the suitcase what should be in there - a laptop computer. She looked around carefully again and a few seconds later the suitcase disappeared under a sheet on her stretcher.

Simon arrived soon, fastened an exercise sandal on Nasty's good foot and picked up the crutches. 

"Could you walk to the car or should I wheel you on the stretcher?"

"Wheel me please, Hillbilly, I am so tired," moaned Nasty.

When they came to the minivan, Simon opened the sliding door and helped Nasty to stand up on her good foot. Before she hopped towards the back seat, she swiftly grabbed the stolen suitcase and threw it into the car.

"Hey, what was that?" asked Simon suspiciously.

"Just my backpack. Let's go home."

"Your backpack is here," Simon showed her evidence.

"Don't bother me now, Hillbilly, I'm too tired. I wanna go home," repeated Nasty. "On this very special occasion, would you mind if I light up a cigarette in the car?"

Simon rolled his eyes, then entered the car and manoeuvred it out of the parking bay. When they were far enough from the hospital, Nasty spoke.

"Do you believe in the will of the Gods now, Hillbilly?"

"What do you mean, Honey?"

"Do you remember the crushed guy who was wheeled into the operating room when we were waiting for my first x-rays? Guess who that was."

"No idea. Do we know him?"

"The very same fucking Mitsubishi driver who kicked me off the road. A few minutes later he crashed into one of our tank trailers, one of those huge, 23-tons trucks - Faun-Elephants," Nasty answered wickedly, "the doctor said he would be paralysed or something. He got the punishment from my father Wotan."

"That's too cruel, Chelsea, you only broke your ankle, and he didn't hit you intentionally."

"Maybe, but the Gods are cruel. I won't sue him, of course, but I took his laptop for the indemnity, I guess he won't need it for a while."

"Damn! I knew you are hiding something from me!" yelled Simon. "Didn't you promise me not to steal any more?! That's the bag you threw into the car before, right?!"

"Watch the road, Hillbilly, if you don't wanna join me in the cast. Yeah, that's it," smiled Nasty. "Don't be so angry, Hillbilly, think about all the traumatic experiences your little Chelsea has gone through today..."

"I'll spank your ass for that when your leg heals, I promise. You don't even need a laptop, you stupid girl."

"Maybe not, but one is always welcome, especially if it's for free."

"I heard enough already about that!" Simon interrupted her. "It's not like some stupid CD from a record shop, it's a serious crime!"

When they arrived at their house, his anger had already subsided. 

“How could I be so angry with such a beautiful girl, who behaved so bravely in the hospital? Well, there's an evident theft, but...” he thought to himself.

When Nasty crept out of the car, Simon lifted her in his strong embrace and carried her to the house. It was a big country house, with two wooden balconies covered with flowers, a big backyard, and some small farm buildings at the rear. Simon and Nasty lived on the ground floor, but the first floor and attic were occupied by Simon's older brother Joseph, his wife Hanna and their two kids, Natascha and Thomas. They were quite cautious about Nasty at first, but they soon used to her somewhat weird habits and those occasional wild parties on the ground floor. Gradually, they had grown to love her as one of the family.

Joseph and Hanna were expecting Nasty already, and although it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, it was still quite warm outside. Simon laid his pink-haired babe on a garden bench in front of the house. Hanna put some pillows under Nasty's injured leg and her voice was tinged with concern.

"Poor Nasty, does it hurt a lot?"

"I was in quite a bit of fucking pain, but now it's a little better. The cast brings quite a damn relief."

"Stop cursing in front of the children," Simon reminded her. "Would you like a juice or something?"

"A cool beer would be better, I think I earned one today," smiled Nasty. "And don't forget to bring my backpack into the house, you know which one I mean."

Simon wanted to say something, but he just carried that damn suitcase into the house, returning with some bottles of cold beer. Nasty gladly explained to the children all about her accident and the treatment in the hospital, skipping only the event with the laptop. After an hour or so Joseph's family went to bed and Nasty slowly limped on her crutches into the bedroom. 

Their bedroom was large, but furnished modestly and practically…at least it was, until Nasty moved in three years ago. Before that there were only two posters on the wall, one from expedition to Andes, which Simon participated in four years ago, and one showing the famous climber Reinhold Messner. Now the walls were covered with dozens of posters from concerts, rave parties, and God knows what else. The shelves were crowded with Nasty's rubbish too. Teddy bears and Barbie dolls shared space with deactivated stick grenades, old bayonets, steel helmets, and many other useless, but interesting ornaments.

Nasty sat down on the edge of the king-size bed and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it in the opposite corner of the room as she always did. Likewise, Simon picked it up, put it on the hanger, and hung it on the window hook, just as he always did. Nasty's wonderbra landed on the floor too, followed with her panties, and she slowly started to undo her two braids: "Can you bring me my hairbrush, Hillbilly?” she said,“And cleansing milk, wadding pads, tonic, and night cream, too?"

There was an incredible mess on Nasty's dresser, but finally Simon managed to dig out all the accessories. When she finished, she took her crutches and hobbled into the bathroom.

"You need any help, Chelsea?" asked Simon.

"I'll manage, thanks," smiled Nasty. As she was quite skilful with or without crutches, she was soon finished and ready for bed.

Nasty, completely naked except the cast, laid down in the middle of the bed and started to tap on her cast: "It's a really cool cast, what do you think Hillbilly? I haven't had a long leg cast for years."

"You silly thing, any other girl would pout all the time in your condition, but you are admiring it," laughed Simon. "You are a real caster."

"A real…what?" asked Nasty.

"Caster, a person who enjoys wearing casts," explained Simon. "You're not alone in the world with your kinky passions, you know that? I read about that at the Internet recently. Do you remember Helmuth?"

"You mean the commander of the second company, the first battalion?"

"No, not that Helmuth. Helmuth, the librarian at our public library, he was my schoolmate at primary school. He's a fucking pervert, I already recommended him to visit a shrink. He doesn't do shit all day, he just spends his time surfing porno websites. From time to time he e-mails me some of his most awful discoveries and a few days ago he introduced me to the world of these so-called casters. It's not real pornography actually, so he wasn't very interested in it, but there's huge community of the people who have this fetish for casts. They even put themselves in a cast without any medical reason, just for fun."

"Just for fun... Why didn't you tell me before? Sounds awesome, although I usually have enough medical reasons to be put in all that plaster," she grinned.

"I didn't know you were so interested in that stuff," apologized Simon, "I can show you tomorrow, if I didn't delete the link."

"No, show me right now," insisted Nasty. "Please, my sweet Hillbilly."

"Shit, it's almost midnight and I'm exhausted. I've had ten-hours canyoning and two paraglide jumps today," yawned Simon, "why are you so excited about casts?"

"Why are you so excited about jumping into freezing-cold waterfalls, crawling uphill with a thirty-kilo backpack cutting into your shoulders?" she answered.

"Well, it's an adventure, a special pleasure," Simon shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, you’ve answered the question for me, my dearest Hillbilly," chuckled Nasty. "But seriously, I don't know. I just like to be in a cast, it feels funny, and I like the attention and the gazes I get from strangers. Not to mention all the attention and care I get from you, of course."

"You’re saying that I'm not giving you enough attention and you don't get enough gazes for your hair colour, so you have to break your lovely limbs, huh? What should I do to please you, my little Chelsea?"

"I didn't say that, Hillbilly, don't twist my words! You are the best, gentlest and most caring man I've ever known... but you know I'm a little nuts. I warned you before we started to date, there's nothing to be done. C'mon, show me that page!"

Nasty didn't stop harassing him so Simon finally stood up, walked to the other room and turned on the computer. Helmuth's link wasn't deleted yet, and Nasty started to explore a whole new world for her as Simon returned to bed.

Before he left Nasty asked shyly, "Hillbilly, can I ask you something? Do you still love me…you know, after discovering that I am aroused by casts?"

"Of course I love you, my sweet Chelsea," laughed Simon. "It's not the strangest thing you like." He hugged his beloved babe gently and kissed her cheeks and lips several times. "I'll always love you, although you would be... whatever. I love your blushing cheek, I love your silky lips, I love your ridiculous hair colour, I love your broken leg, and the cast, too - I love the whole of you together with all your nutty obsessions, for ever and ever..."

"Oh, my sweet Hillbilly," groaned Nasty. A little tear ran down her cheek and soon they lost themselves in a long, deep kiss of eternal love.

After few hours surfing the web, Nasty hobbled into the bedroom and laid down on her stomach closely to Simon.

"Hillbilly, are you sleeping?"

What a stupid question, of course he was sleeping! She started to kiss his neck and after few minutes Simon woke up.

"Shit, Chelsea, it's four o'clock in the morning... Please, go to sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow."

"I'm so excited, Hillbilly, you have to help me."

"Let me guess," yawned Simon. "You searched all those fucking casting sites, you want to put me in a cast tomorrow, and you already ordered a load of casting supplies with my credit card."

"No, not at all," laughed Nasty. "I won't bother you with something you don't like. Actually, that recreational casting is awesome, but it's not the real thing. To me only medical casts are the real thing…I just enjoy feeling that firm, strong embrace of the cast on my own body. God, I'm terribly horny, Simon!"

"Holy shit, why are you horny now? You just broke your leg badly, and I know it hurts like hell. Even after that you’re still horny?!"

"I'm horny because of you, Hillbilly," whispered Nasty seductively. "I want you now!"

"You must be crazy, Chelsea," laughed Simon. "But you are testing my patience now, you know?"

Nasty didn't answer, she just continued kissing him, her hand sweeping down Simon’s body. Simon propped himself up on his elbow and turned Nasty backwards, squeezing her demanding right breast in his hand whilst beginning to explore her mouth with his tongue.

"Jeezzz, you are killing me, Hillbilly," Nasty breathed and pierced her fingernails into Simon's shoulders. She was rubbing her cast against Simon's leg and caressing his buttock with her good foot. She bit his neck and started to suck the warm flesh.

They cuddled for a minute, before Nasty asked Simon passionately.

"Hillbilly, please suck my toes, it's driving me crazy..." She threw herself over onto the other side of the bed and landed both her legs onto Simon's chest, wiggling her toes impatiently.

"Are you sure that this won’t aggravate your broken leg, I don’t want to hurt you. The doctor said..."

"The doctor said I have to raise my leg, that's what I'm doing right now," Nasty interrupted him. "Besides, sex never hurts. It didn't hurt even the first time, although I was only twelve then."

Simon groaned as Nasty began to fondle his nipples, he started to gently lick the toes peeking from the end of the cast. Nasty's good foot travelled slowly down his torso and she caught his erect penis between her toes. Nasty's temporary cast was quite a big one with a large toeplate and Simon had some problems sucking her toes, so she raised her casted leg again and put it on his shoulder. She grabbed Simon's neck with her good calf and pushed his lips down to her pussy. It was completely shaved so Simon could lick her without the distraction ofpubic hair in his mouth.

"Look, there's a whole flood down there," he moaned, as he kissed her excited nether lips.

"What were you expecting? God that's sexy!" she groaned in pleasure, burying her fingers deep into Simon's long blond hair and squeezing his head with her thighs.

"Easy Chelsea, you'll kill me with that cast," laughed Simon as he moved towards her wet, willing clit.

"I want to suck your dick, too, Hillbilly, turn around,” begged Nasty breathlessly.

Simon gladly did so and Nasty's mouth was now fully occupied, sending sudden pulsing shocks through the whole of Simon's body. After a while Nasty loosened her grip on his penis and groaned. 

"Hillbilly, I want you in me right now, I’m coming!"

"Where's the fucking condom?" mumbled Simon.

"Forget it, I have my safe days," yelled Nasty, spreading her legs. "C'mon, quick!!!"

Simon climbed on her excited body and he entered her hot, willing pussy. He started to thrust fast, caressing Nasty's firm boobs with his hands as his brave little girl clawed her fingers into his pumping buttocks.

"Yeessss, Hillbilly, yesss, that's..." her sentence ended in inhuman scream. Her inner muscles convulsed, she arced her strong body against the bed, lifting Simon up for few seconds before she felt limply back to the bed. Simon felt the strong pulses as the orgasm embraced her, and seconds later he reached his peak, too. He thought for a millisecond about those safe days, and then lost himself in ecstasy - falling down to the bed spent and happy.

They were catching their breaths for a while, lying side by side and caressing each other's bodies gently and slowly. Finally Nasty mumbled: "That was incredible, Hillbilly. As it always is with you..."

"I ended up inside you," stated Simon with a bit of concern.

"Don't bother yourself about that, my dearest Hillbilly. It was tremendous, I can still feel your little boys striking the backside of my vagina... Don't worry - it's the will of the Gods. I love you as I have never loved anybody else and I'd like to have children with you… If the wheel of Fortune turns that way..."

"Hey, didn't you say you have safe days?"

"Yeah, of course I have them..." smiled Nasty and snuggled up into Simon's embrace. "God, now I'm sleepy..." They exchanged a few kisses goodnight, and then fell quickly into a deep and contented sleep.