
Cast-aways At College: part 2Survivors savor the joy of living, and their bravery turns to romantic discovery. By SilverFoxMullet.Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. Luckily for me, my room was on the ground floor, as my building has no elevators. I had my key on a lanyard around my neck, and I unlocked the door. I let her precede me inside, and I shut the door once I got in. She looked around the room, which I usually keep fairly neat, but lately it’s been immaculate. I am not as active with crutches, so I’ve stayed in a fair bit the last couple of weeks. And I clean when I get bored. “Your room is so neat. I expected, um, sorry, a pigsty. You know, ‘guy’?” “It’s not usually this nice, but I’ve been staying in a lot recently." Tapping my cast for emphasis. She looked at my leg, then asked "Can I sign your cast?” “Only if I can sign yours." I negotiated. "Deal. Got a pen?” She inquired...
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