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My Mother's shoes. The ones I had bought for twenty-five cents, the single-footed young woman last summer and my secret, mid-nite crutch-walks at camp.

"Hmmmmm", she mused, looking out the window. "That may explain why I've been followed by men several times. I'm certain of it. Apparently you've got it bad, but I can't see that it is going to hurt you any. What harm? You know, dear, I rather like the idea of having a one-legged girl friend....so 'sympatico'! You can do one of two things, as I see it. Put your own clothes on and walk out of here and never come back if you wish. I like you too much to ever say anything to anyone. I wouldn't want to hurt you.

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She turned from the window and looked straight into my eyes, reached for my hands and holding them tightly said: "Or...if you wish we can carry this affair along to a more satisfactory relationship. You may wear my clothes use my crutches if you want and live as I do, we '11 share alike. We can give each other pleasure in a perfectly harmless way. I'm not certain if my stump or my hi-heel serves as a phallic symbol to you, but I know crutch- walking has given me vicarious gratification at times. Especially if I walk fast. I think it's the rhythmic swinging. Oh, well, possibly this is all a little bit over your head. You'll see later on what I mean.

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Grace arose from her chair came over and had me push mine back and sat on my lap. With her arms around my neck she kissed me hard on the mouth. "Well... Verna? I'll call you that when we're together... what do you want to do? Do you care for me a little bit...hmmmm?"

Her stump pressing against my leg and stomach decided for me. I returned her kiss and murmured, "alright, call me Verna. ..I'll like that.'

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CHAPTER

SIX

It seemed impossible that less than six months had passed since I stood on a street corner and beheld this (to me) irrisistable, crippled woman who now sat on my lap...unbelievable! My life was now to be rerouted from the prosaic path of baggy-kneed trousers, ill-fitting black or blue shirts and scratchy cotton underwaer..to say nothing

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