Oh God. Don't stare at him. He's going to think you're just being rude, I said to myself. Nope. It didn't work. I looked over, and he caught me looking at him. I quickly turned my head away. He was so hot, so perfect. He had to be sensitive about it...I mean, I would be, but maybe he's not so lonely, maybe lots of women hit on him. Should I? Do I dare?

I heard the click-click of his metal forearm crutches moving across the ground as he walked toward me. I swear, I'm going to cum in my pants, I thought to myself. He was about 6'2, maybe 210 pounds, solid muscle. He was real pale with long straight black hair, light eyes, and a really sexy goatee. He had a septum ring and two lip rings on the sides of his bottom lip, among a whole host of other piercings, with tattoo's all up his muscular arms. He was also missing his left leg. I always found it embarrassing that I was attracted to amputees. From what I hear, I'm one of the few women in this world with acrotomophilia. Most people with that fetish are men, I'd say about 80%. I guess female amputees are lucky, but it kinda sucks for the guys. Either way, it's pretty weird, I can't talk about it much with my friends, because they don't understand. I don't know why it's such a turn on, but I love injured or physically flawed guys. I love scars, I love amputations, a single above the knee amputation is preferred. I love guys with broken bones, and I don't mind guys in wheelchairs too much either. My real passion is for amputees though.

This is the first ever male amputee that completely was my type. He was wearing tight black jeans, a black t-shirt with the band Emperor's logo on it, and a shiny knee length New Rock boot, with one leg of his jeans tucked into it, and the other leg folded over and pinned up. Mmmm. New Rocks are my favorite type of boots. This guy has got to be cool. I'm going to have to talk to him, because this opportunity may never arise again.

"Umm...Hi. I kinda need help, I'm not sure where to catch the bus to Mulberry Street." I said, stumbling over my words badly. I can't believe I even came out with it. He crutched another step towards me and looked up at me, solemnly.

"I'm sort of lost myself. Sorry." he said in a deep monotone voice. His blue eyes went down to the floor and he started to turn away from me.

"Where are you headed? I might be able to help." I blurted. Yeah Morgana, nice going. No self respecting idiot is going to follow around someone who just claimed to be lost themselves. It's like the blind leading the blind.

"Clever Avenue. Do you know how I can get there?" he stopped in his tracks and turned back to Morgana.

"Yeah actually," she smiled and continued, "I go to school around there, I could show you where it is if you'd like." I answered. His deep gravely voice was turning me on. I was determined then and there to get his name and maybe even his number.

"It's ok, I appreciate it, I wouldn't dream of bothering you though." he answered humbly, with a tinge of excitement in his voice.

"It's no problem really...by the way, my name is Morgana." Yes! It's working. He's smiling! Come on, you know you want to flirt with me!

"I'm Alaric. I just moved here last week. I was...um...just taking a walk, but I don't really know my way around, so I'm kind of lost now. He he." He smiled, letting out a slightly nervous laugh. It was obvious he was loosening up though.

"That's a really nice name, Alaric. What made you move here?" I asked, curious about this new and beautiful stranger.

"I...uh...moved here with my best friend, John. He got a job here, and didn't want to move out here alone, you know?" He finished sounding slightly uncomfortable.

"So, would you like me to walk with you? I mean...if not, I could leave you alone." No you idiot! You're moving too fast. Don't suffocate the guy. Argh!

"Sure, if you don't mind, that would be nice." He started following me as I began to walk towards the corner. I wonder how he lost his leg. Shark attack, land mine, motorcycle accident, maybe even a hunting accident. Do I dare ask? No. It's just plain rude. If I never talk to him again, thinking about it will kill me, but for now, I'm going to try not to make him uncomfortable. OH! Who am I kidding? My knees are weak and my palms are sweaty. I'm nervous. This fucking guy is so hot that I'm nervous. Great. Any moment now, I'm going to trip and I'd like to see him try and lift me up.

"I guess you're wondering how I lost my leg." he said, trying to sound confident.

"I didn't notice...oh Geez! I mean...what I meant to say was...Oh! It doesn't matter, you don't have to talk about it." AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Great going Morgana. You just thoroughly embarrassed the kid, and made a fool of yourself, what next.

"No, it's ok...really. I can see you're curious about it." He said amidst soft forced laughter, still trying to sound sure of himself.

"Oh no, I haven't been staring have I? I'm so sorry, I just...never mind." I said, not exactly sure of what I wanted to tell him. All chances of running my game were finished.

"No, no, you haven't been staring rudely. It's different, it's just curiosity...or something. I don't get stared at like that much. I don't mind, honest...I...uh...lost my leg in a motorcycle accident last year. Look, I'm not really good at talking to women. I haven't much since the accident. They all seem sort of repulsed by the idea of a one legged guy with a stump instead of a leg. I've gotten used to it though, I mean, I still have my friends." He was talking really fast, and he seemed to be turning just a bit red.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to...I'm not repulsed. It's kind of the opposite actually. When I saw you, I just really wanted to talk to you. I've always had a sort of fetish for...guys like you. I just never met any." I let out a quiet sigh. I just told this guy that I thought he was hot, and on top of that, I just confessed to being a devotee. How fast was I planning to move with this guy? Slow down girlie. There's always tomorrow.

"You? Like guys like me?!" he paused, sounding very excited and confused, "I can't see how it's possible, but I mean, hey, you might be just what I need to boost my self confidence a little. You want to come over my house and hang out? I can cook for you, if you're hungry." It looked like swarms of ideas were flowing through his head now.

"As long as you promise not to kill me." I said, laughing along with Alaric. The mood was really lightening. I'm so slick. I was beginning to feel more comfortable in his presence as we continued talking. He had a really beautiful profile with a somewhat large classic nose, full lips, masculine jaw, and nice forehead. His body was really muscular and broad, full of tattoos, and his hair was so shiny and silky that it looked like liquid black. I just wanted to reach out and touch it. I looked down at the ground, gazing over his missing left leg. The folded up pant leg went down to just above where his knee would have been. Perfect. An AKA.

We came up to a small red house. He motioned towards it and began to slowly climb up the stairs, step by step. It was interesting to watch, I was definitely curious, but there was something more behind it that made him look so much stronger and more confident...so independent. It was the look of determination on his face, the way he dealt with his disability and didn't let it get him down. I know I couldn't deal with something like that. I started to realize that it was his inner strength that turned me on, not just the loss of his limb.

He pulled out his keys and opened the door, motioning for me to go in first. I was greeted by a friendly white and tan pit bull as I stepped into a house full of boxes. I scratched the dog behind the ears as it's tail wagged happily. Most of the living room had been set up, but all kinds of stuff was still lying around.

"Pardon the appearance, we just moved and we haven't unpacked everything yet. I'm sorry I didn't mention the dog...his name is Shredder. I hope you're not allergic or anything." He said, staring fondly at the big muscular dog.

"No, no! Not at all. I love dogs. He's a really cute dog too." I answered, exchanging smiles with Alaric. He finally motioned to the couch.

"Have a seat...Do you play video games?" He asked, with a slight smile.

"Do I?! He he. Of course." I chortled as I sat down on the black leather couch and got into a comfortable position, still playing with Shredder. His tail was wagging with great enthusiasm and a long line of saliva was slowly dripping down from his strong jaw.

"Make yourself at home, I'll be back in a few. Oh! What do you like to eat?" He inquired while turning the TV on. He looked into my face, then I noticed his eyes wander down to my slightly exposed, fishnet covered thigh. I was wearing a knee length shiny black skirt, a tight black tee, and my mid-calf length New Rocks. I had slashed my tee down the front, to the point where more than half of my cleavage was showing. It wouldn't be long till he dared look at my perky white tits which were peeking through strands of my long midnight Celtic locks.

"Ummm...anything really...I like chicken?" I sounded like a little kid, the kind that ends every sentence sounding like a question. I reached toward the PS2 and switched it on. Sure enough, his eyes strayed down to my boobs. I smiled and sat back, dragging the sleek black controller with me, somewhat seductively. I'm such a tease.

"Great, I love chicken." He said, his voice trailing off as he turned as crutched out of the living room. Oooh, Morgana! Look! A whole shitload of games were neatly placed in a big shelf. Whoa, all the games for PS2, Gamecube and the X-Box seemed to be in alphabetical order. That's just crazy. I reached over and put my finger on the spine of the Devil May Cry box and pulled it out.

After about fifteen or some odd minutes of playing as the sexy white haired Dante, a tall thin guy with long wavy blonde hair walked in. He had a wrinkled black Mork Gryning shirt on. He wasn't nearly as hot as Alaric, nor was he even my type, but he was good looking. His eyes widened as they gazed upon me.

"Hi, I'm John. You must be Morgana." He said, in a soft, mellow voice. I shook hands with him. His thin boney fingers were cold and clammy.

"Yeah. So, how do you like River Falls so far?" I asked trying to make polite conversation, and sound as pleasant as possible in the process.

"It's alright. I just got a job as a mortician in the DePalma Funeral Home...Alaric didn't tell me you were so good looking." He added, winking his eye. Oh god. How cheesy. Ewwww! Did he just call me good looking? Ha ha ha.

"Umm...yeah." I said unsurely as I un-paused the game and continued playing. I could feel his eyes on me and it was making me uncomfortable. Then, as if by some miracle, the food was ready. Alaric walked in on two legs, and set the a plate of grilled chicken and baked potatoes, and a cup of what looked like fruit punch on the table.

"I'll be right back." He smiled as he limped out of the living room. Why on earth did he decide to put on his prosthesis for? He came in with his own food and drink within minutes and sat down on the couch next to me, keeping his rigid left leg stretched out as he did so.

"I needed my arms free so I could cook." He said with an insecure smile. He started eating the tender chicken and then looked over at me, as I carefully cut into mine, placing a nice sized chunk into my mouth.

"Mmmm. It's very good. Were you always such a good cook?" I asked, thoroughly impressed by the deliciously cooked meal.

"Yeah, I learned from my mom. She was a really awesome cook." he said, sounding a little upset. I got the impression that she was probably deceased.

"What happened to her?" I asked cautiously, watching his body language to see if I was making him uncomfortable or not.

"She died about half of a year ago, from cancer..." his voice became very soft as it trailed off into a dark void.

"Oh, I'm sorry. " I didn't know what else to say. I hadn't really meant to ask that much. It didn't really seem that Alaric's life had been too great up until this point. Poor guy. I stared down at the floor, afraid to make eye contact with him in fear that I'd catch even just a faint glimmer of pain in his eyes.

He forked another chunk of soft chicken into his mouth as he shifted position. He was quite obviously uncomfortable now, most likely because of the stupid questions I'd asked. Never ask about stuff that personal Morgana! I've got to remember that.

After finishing our meals, he got up and took our plates to the kitchen, or at least I'd guess that's where he took them. John had left while I was still eating, with the excuse of having to feed Shredder, so now I was alone in the living room. I'd turned off the game before I started eating, so my eyes started wandering around the room, trying to find something interesting to look at. There were a couple of picture frames lying a few feet away. On top was a picture of a whole bunch of guys...it looked like they were a band, and there was Alaric in center, posing happily on two legs with drumsticks in his hands. Oh Shit. If Alaric was a drummer... he probably had to give it up after the accident...that's so sad, I thought, as I heard shuffling, uneven footsteps coming into the living room.

"I hope that wasn't too bad." said Alaric, as he came in through the arched doorway. He came and sat down next to me.

"Don't be silly, the food was awesome!" I said with a giggle. Our eyes met, and then there was silence. I could feel the chemicals between us sparking. I found myself, lost in his beautiful blue eyes all of a sudden. What could I do now? I couldn't kiss him.

"Yeah, so I guess you'll be wanting to go home now..." he mumbled unsurely as he abruptly stood up. Gee, was that not the single most awkward moment ever? I was kind of glad that he broke the silence, but at the same time, I wouldn't have minded staying like that forever. I got up.

"Umm...yeah. I should give you my number before I leave." I said, pulling a pen out of my purse.

"Yeah, definitely. I'd like that. I'll give you mine too, you can call at any time." he cried out happily as he went searching for some paper. He retrieved a pad of post it notes from behind the couch and handed it to me. After neatly writing down my number, he scribbled his down on the square, yellow piece of paper, and put it in my hand.

"OK, well it was really nice meeting you, Alaric. Take care!" I called as I started to walk towards the door.

"Hey! Wait! Do you want me to walk you?" he asked, hesitantly. His wide eyes awaited my reply.

"No, I'll be alright. I'll call you later tonight. Oh, and by the way, the food was delicious. Thanks. " I waved as I opened the door and walked out. I heard him let out a sigh as he shuffled slowly towards the door. The door finally shut and I went down the stairs. I didn't dare look back. I didn't want him to think I was already falling for him. I wasn't. Not quite yet at least.

I got home and plopped down on my couch. I was alone now in my apartment. I put some Dark Funeral on, lit some candles and began to think about Alaric. I gotta tell Melissa!

"Hello?" asked the familiar high pitched voice on the end of the line.

"Hey Melissa! What's up?" I asked pleasantly. By the tone of my voice, she'd definitely know that something was going on. Sure enough...

"What's up? Why are you so happy?" she asked, sounded just as excited as I was.

"Well, I met this guy..." before I knew it she had cut me off.

"Oh Morgana!!! Oh! You gotta tell me every thing! How did you guys meet? What's his name? What does he look like?" She asked in such rapid succession, that I could hardly understand her.

"Well, his name is Alaric, he just moved here last week. He's got long straight black hair, he's real tall, and really built. He's so hot Melissa! I can't believe it. I acted lost, but he was lost too, so then I offered to walk him home, and then he invited me in, and cooked for me. OH! He's such a good fucking cook!" I cried out, relieved to be able to get this out. I didn't want to tell her about his missing leg just yet, in time she'd find out. For now I'd have to get her to like him. She is a pretty shallow girl, and if I just outright told her, she wouldn't like Alaric one bit.

"Mmmmmmm. Sounds yummy. How old is he? What type of job does he have?" she inquired. Typical Melissa questions.

"Umm...it's funny. You know...I didn't even ask him that?" I said amidst a chuckle. This was going to be more difficult than I thought. I'm not going to lie to Melissa, so I'm only going to tell her if she actually asks if he's got all his limbs or not. Let's hope she doesn't.

After a long conversation which had turned to her latest boyfriend, we hung up and I fell asleep, with all my clothes on and everything. The phone rang right near my ear and my eyes popped open.

"Hello?" I asked in a dry groggy voice. I cleared my throat and waited for the reply.

"Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry, Morgana." said the deep voice. It was Alaric. He sounded a bit different on the phone, but still dead sexy.

"Oh, no. Alaric, it's ok. I'm glad you did call. I fell asleep with everything on. My friend called me. She damn near talked my ear off!" I laughed, getting my normal voice back.

"You're sure? I could just call tomorrow..." his voice trailed off. How polite. He's a really sweet guy.

"It's okay. Honestly. So how are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm not too bad. I met this really nice girl today." he laughed as he said this. I giggled along with him.

"Really now. He he. Well, I met this awesome guy...and he's such a good cook." I replied. I could almost hear him smiling. We talked about nonsense for about an hour, then I realized I had a class early the next day.

"Hey, Alaric, I have to go now. I got class tomorrow. I gotta get up pretty early. I don't know if you want to hang out after I get out of class or something." I spoke quickly, it was sooo difficult to ask him to hang out with me. I get weird around a guy that I like, and any little thing just makes me so god damned nervous.

"I'm up for it. I've just going to work on fixing up the house a bit, but that won't take long. I think I'll be done by the time you come out of class...when do you come out of class?" He inquired. I wonder if he remembers that the school I go to is right up the block from his house.

"Umm...two o'clock. What do you want to do?" I asked. I could bring him to my apartment, but it's boring. The only thing we could possibly do, isn't very cool this early. I've got to wait at least a few months before my pants come flying off. Ok, a few weeks. Well, whatever.

"Would you mind hanging at my house again? I mean, it's up to you." he suggested rather seriously.

"No, not at all. We can talk and get to know each other some more." I squeaked.

"Yeah. I'd love to get to know you too." he said, still sounding a bit serious. He had a deep gravely voice, the kind that makes you feel like you're just going to cum in your pants.

"I'll be there around 2:40. 'K? Goodnight." I said cheerfully, not at all trying to hide my excitement.

"Goodnight." came his tired reply as he hung up the phone gently. I let out a deep breath. After all these years, I finally meet the perfect guy.

I got out of class, and quickly ran to the bathroom to check my make-up. I've got to look sexy for Alaric, I thought to myself with a smile. I wore tight black leather pants tucked into my chunky boots, and a crushed velvet spaghetti strap tank top. I wiped the thick waxy substance off my lips and re-lined my lips with black liner. I filled it in with a dark magenta lip color that perfectly matched my eye shadow and ran my fingers through my wild Celtic locks. Perfect.

The door opened, and instead of Alaric, John stood in the doorway, with a big wide smile spread across his thin chapped lips. He motioned for me to come in.

"What's up?" I asked him, getting the same creepy vibes he was giving off yesterday.

"Nothing much. I've got to be at work in about an hour." he said dryly, as he pulled the tangled blonde hair out of his face and tied it back with a shiny black rubber band. He looked really weird in black dress pants, and his tie was even crooked. It was pretty obvious he wasn't used to dressing up like this.

"I got here a bit early...um...is Alaric here?" I asked uneasily, noticing John was staring at me.

"Oh! Yeah...he's still in the shower. I really gotta go though. He'll be out soon. Just watch TV or something. I'll see you later." He grabbed his keys off the top of the TV after turning it on for me and then took one last look at me before leaving. What a creepy guy! I snapped out of my stupor when I felt a cold wet nose push against my hand. Shredder! I giggled and bent down to greet him, scratching him behind the ears. He wagged his tail happily and licked my cheek sloppily.

I went and sat down on the couch after Shredder walked out of the living room, leaving me alone. I started imagining Alaric naked in the shower, struggling to keep his balance on one leg in the soapy water. I could just see his raven black hair dripping wet, sending beads of water rolling down his back. I imagined his torso, so solid and strong, his big, muscular, tattooed arms, and his very big and shapely right leg, complemented by his stump. I wonder what it looks like. I wonder how he looks naked.

It had just hit 2:35 when the shower turned off. I waited, hearing nothing but silence for a while, then finally, the door opened and I heard him hopping out, probably into his room, then I heard the clicking of his crutches approaching from down the hall. I wondered if he realized I was sitting in the living room. Had he heard the doorbell when I'd first come in? I stayed silent, keeping my eyes on the TV, pretending I didn't notice him coming.

"John?" he called out into the living room before walking in, almost completely naked except for the maroon towel around his waist, keeping the full length of his stump hidden from view. I turned my head and took a quick look at his rippling stomach muscles. His tattoos extended to his shoulders and down the sides of his torso. That's got to be the most beautiful body I've ever seen! His eyes bulged when he realized that I wasn't John. He let out a quick gasp and hopped backwards, back into the hall, leaving only his head peeking in at me.

"I'm sorry...I..." I apologized, but didn't know what else to say. Alaric made it a bit easier though.

"Oh man. That's embarrassing. It's ok, it's not your fault, I just should know better than to walk around half naked when I'm having a guest." He mumbled some other nonsense that I could not follow, because he'd imprinted that beautiful image in my mind forever.

"Um...look, don't worry. It's not like I'm about to vomit or anything..." I stopped myself midsentence. What was I going on about?

"Yeah. That's reassuring." he said angrily.

"That's not what I meant. I mean...you...shit man! You're fucking hot! I didn't just want to say it like that, but holy shit! You're beautiful." I said, letting out the breath I'd been holding in. I put my head down. When he replied I could almost hear the surprise in his voice.

"Beautiful? Me?! Ha ha! I love you already," he laughed, "I'm a fucking amputee!" he yelled maniacally in the midst of his fit of laughter. Why did he find it so hard to believe that he could be beautiful like this? How much reassurance did he need?

"Is it funny?" I asked, feeling somewhat vulnerable. I looked back up at him, at his beautiful angelic face. He was Satan incarnate. I could hardly stand to look at his face now...it seemed too beautiful. It almost hurt to look upon him.

"Look, I'll be right back. I have to get dressed." he said, playing with his lip rings, with laughter still lurking in his deep voice.

"Must you?" I asked, seriously, but made a playfully flirtacious face to soften my naughty request.

"Ha ha. I'm not a pretty sight when I'm naked." he added, with the laughter finally leaving his words. His head disappeared and he clicked away to his room to put his clothes on.

After about five minutes, he walked into the living room and sat a few feet away from me, on the same couch. His gaze immediately went to the TV. The Real World was on. How exciting. I turned towards him and poked him in the shoulder. He finally turned to face me and smiled at me.

"Hey...are you so embarrassed that you're not going to talk to me?" I asked, putting my delicate hand on his shoulder. He was wearing his prosthesis again.

"I'm not comfortable being naked." he said seriously. He looked sternly into my eyes.

"It's ok. I wasn't trying to force you to do anything. My mind isn't that sex oriented. I'm not going to try to seduce you...not yet at least." I replied, feeling a knot forming in the back of my throat.

"It's not that. I know you weren't trying to...look, forget it even happened. Let's watch a movie...pick one." he turned towards the wall and pointed to a shelf full of DVD's. "There's still some more in boxes." he added.

"Right..." he had now made me uncomfortable. I wasn't really up for watching a movie, but it was his house and he had given the orders. I picked out some movie, handing it to Alaric without even realizing what it was.

"Great choice," he chirped, "one of my favorite animes." He opened the box, which I realized was Vampire Hunter D. He got up and put the CD in the PS2 tray. It WAS a pretty good choice I thought to myself. In my eyes, Vampire Hunter D was definitely THE best anime. He went to turn off the light and I sat in the middle of the couch, making it impossible for him to not sit next to me. He sat down at my left side and found a comfortable position, as he sunk into the soft leather couch.

Throughout the duration of the movie, it seemed as though he wanted to get closer, but was holding back. I didn't make any attempts at getting closer to him either, because of what had happened earlier on. I NEED COCK! Unfortunately, it's going to be a long while before I even get to SEE cock, much less taste it or have it between my strong white thighs.

Later that night, my phone rang. I picked it up expecting it to be Alaric, but instead, it was my ex, Brandon.

"Hey, what's up girlie? I was just thinking, we haven't hung out in a while...and I've got the house to myself." he said, sounding almost as if he was jerking off as he said this.

"Um...it's sounds like a real tempting offer, but it's kinda late." I answered, finding it hard to turn down the offer. I need to have sex, but I feel almost committed to Alaric already.

"That's the point girlie!" he chuckled. I heard him breathing hard in the silence.

"I'm kind of talking to someone now." I added. Surely he would understand.

"That never stopped us from getting together before. You know you want to have some fun with me tonight. I'll even let you tie me up." he sang. He was really about to convince me.

"I'm not like that anymore. This guy is...special." I spoke softly. I didn't want to get Brandon too angry.

"Are you at least getting dick from him?" Brandon asked, tired of trying to sway me. After all, he wasn't just my ex, he was my also my trusted confidant and friend with benefits.

"No. It's going to be a while, man." I spoke unenthusiastically. After a long pause Brandon started to talk again.

"I hope he's worth me not getting pussy," he laughed, "tell me about him." Brandon and I didn't last that long as a couple, but we realized we made much better friends than anything. We can talk about a variety of things, and he's always been there for me as a person I could trust, I person who would never tell others my business. I provided him with the same outlet, so we could fuck each other over at anytime, but we're at a draw. We know better. There isn't a pair that's closer than we are.

"He's a real nice guy, but there's some hurdles that I'm going to have to jump over." I said, relieved that I'd soon be getting this off my chest.

"In English please Morgana." he said, sounding absorbed in what I was about to say.

"Well, don't tell anyone, cause it's really embarrassing for me...but he...he...you see, he's got this problem..." I said," He's got one leg." I felt a whole load of air escape me. I felt so much lighter now.

"He's a gimp!? That's it!? That's you're big fucking secret? Oh whoop dee doo!" he responded, loudly, almost cynically.

"That's not weird to you?" I asked, surprised by his reaction to my little secret.

"No. I slept with a couple of amputee chicks before. All I've got to say is, if it's so embarrassing, why are you even talking to him? If you go out with him in public, it's not like everyone's not going to notice." he said as seriously as he possibly could.

"It's not that I'm embarrassed of him. I mean, I am sorta scared of how Melissa and other people are going to react, but apart from that, I'm not embarrassed that he's missing a leg, I'm embarrassed that I have a really huge fetish for amputees and that I've just recently admitted to myself that I had it." I said, relieved to be able to talk freely about it with someone.

"Oooohhhhhh...I see. Well, I've never actually slept with an amputee, I just said that to make you feel better, but honestly, I've had quite a few fantasies with them...don't worry about it. He's no different that any other guy, and don't let Melissa or anyone else tell you that...Oh! And why aren't you getting any dick from him?" he remembered why we'd gotten into this conversation in the first place.

"Because...I think he's real sensitive about his disability. He's really nice and fun to talk to and everything, until his disability comes up. I accidentally caught him in a towel today, and he freaked out and was so embarrassed that I'd seen him partially naked. He's absolutely beautiful, but he won't admit to it. It's going to be a while before I can make him realize how beautiful he is to me." I waited for Brandon's response.

"Well, all I can say, is if you really want to be with him, I guess it'll be worth the wait, if you put so much into it, the rewards will be so much sweeter. Just tell him constantly that you think he's wonderful, and don't just talk about him physically, talk about how kind he is, how generous, thoughtful, blah blah blah. Let him know that you like him for more than just his stump. Maybe that's what he's afraid of. Ooh! Maybe you should put yourself in a situation where he's got to take care of you or something, where you're vulnerable, so he can know how you feel. You could pretend you broke your leg or something... or pretend you're sick." he said surprised at how intelligent he was beginning to sound.

"Dude! I am not pretending that I broke my leg!" I cried in amused astonishment.

"Why not? Pretend you sprained your ankle...or just say you're sick. You could even say your dog died or something." he snickered.

"No. No no NO! I'm not going to trick him! Have you gone insane?" I laughed. What a crazy idea.

"You don't have to lie to him...my little sister's got a stomach virus, if you come and see me, we can find a way to get you sick for real." he added, very seriously. How could he be serious about something like this?

"Dude. That's crazy. I'm not purposely catching a stomach virus." I said in disbelief.

"It'll only last up to two days. Come on. It's gotta work!" he cried, proud of his master plan.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to let you talk me into this. I'll see you in a few." I hung up the phone and made my way to Brandon's house.

Two days later the phone rang. I had awoken that morning to my stomach rumbling violently. My ass was squirting shit lava, and I kept heaving up a putrid orange frothy substance. Damn Brandon, his plan had worked.

"Hello?" I asked, as I picked up the receiver.

"Hey. It's me. Are we still going to hang out today?" he asked, sounding excited.

"No. I'm sorry. I can't. I'm real sick. I caught a stomach virus...I didn't even go to school today." I said in a sick voice.

"Aww, You sound terrible. I'm sorry. Is anyone taking care of you?" he asked, sounding very concerned.

"No. It's just me. I'll be alright in a day or two though." I finished. Come on Alaric. You know you want to take care of me. Ask me if you can come over...ask me.

"I could go over there. You shouldn't be alone when you're sick like that." he said thoughtfully.

"It's ok, Alaric. I wouldn't want to get you sick." I said, trying to sound convincing. Well, I mean, I really was sick, but I didn't want it to sound planned.

"I don't care if I get sick. I'm going to go over and take care of you. What's your address again?" he asked.

"527 Mulberry Street. Between Franklin and Marina Avenue. I'm in apartment 5F. You really shouldn't. I'll be ok." I warned him one last time, but he wouldn't have no for an answer.

"Nonsense. I'll be right over. See you in a few." I heard the phone click. This was actually going to work. I got up slowly, and tried to fix up the apartment as much as possible before his arrival. I got tired too soon though, so I plopped back down on my bed. He'd be arriving soon.

I woke up to his warm voice and soft caress. I always left the door unlocked, and it's a good thing I did because I'd nodded off and hadn't at all heard the buzzer.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" he asked softly, with deep blue concern in his eyes.

"I'll be ok. I just feel so weak." I said, not even exaggerating for show. I honestly felt real crappy.

"You should eat something. Do you mind if I use your kitchen?" he asked.

"Go ahead." I pointed in the direction of the kitchen, then nodded off again.

I woke up briefly every couple of minutes to the sound of pots and pans, running water, chopping, and other typically kitchen related sounds. I wondered what he could be making, it seemed as though I was waiting for an eternity. I was beginning to think purposely getting sick was a bad idea, my stomach felt like it was going to melt, and my mouth had a coppery taste in it, like if I was about to...THROW UP!

I got up as quickly as I possibly could in this weakened state, and went in a straight line to the toilet. I threw myself on the floor by the toilet bowl, resting my head on the seat as I prepared myself for vomiting. I started heaving chunks of unrecognizable crap into the water. Why is that every time you vomit, it looks like there's pieces of corn, carrots and peas? Why is it that it always tastes like a combination of orange juice and bad hot dogs? I had been throwing up for about ten minutes when reality hit. I was being held up by Alaric, who had pulled the hair back from my face and was speaking soothing words to me. This was definitely the worst idea Brandon had ever come up with. I'm going to kill him as soon as I feel better. Here I am, with the man of my dreams, in an attempt to get him to open up and not feel bad about himself, with my fucking head in a toilet bowl! I'm probably spraying him with my vomit! This is great...just great.

"Are you feeling any better now?" he asked, worried, as I pulled myself back from the toilet. I wiped the vomit off my chin with my hand. I'm a complete mess! How does he think I feel? I just spent a whole fifteen minutes, throwing up everything that was in my stomach. My throat burns, my eyes are watering, and I've got chunks of food stuck in my nose. I must be quite a sight now.

"I'll be ok." I said weakly. With that, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and everything went black.

When I woke up, I found Alaric at my side, holding an icepack against my forehead , while running his fingers through my hair. He looked so upset until he realized I was awake. His face brightened up and he pressed the back of his soft fleshy hand against my forehead to see if my temperature was going down.

"And you didn't want me to come over because you said you were going to be just fine." he said, trying to make me laugh, and although it was cute that he was trying to cheer me up, I felt way too shitty to respond.

"Ha ha." A weak laugh escaped my throat. He smiled a forced smile.

"Well, I made some rice, Jell-O, and I brought some ginger ale for you. It's good for your stomach...are you ok to eat now?" he asked. Alaric was definitely a very sweet guy. I could deal with a guy like this.

"Sure...thanks, Alaric." I said softly, in a barely audible whisper. He got up and walked out into the kitchen, with his unmistakable gait. He walked cute with his prosthesis. After about a few minutes he came in with the food. What would have happened if he hadn't come? I would have probably fallen, hit my head, and bled to death.

"You saved my life Alaric." I said. He looked at me and laughed with a hearty, warm laughter. A huge smile spread across his face. Am I delirious? Did I just tell him he saved my life...did he? Confusion...I'm so glad he's here...hey! Maybe it's working...what? What's working. Oh my mind is not in working order right now. I'm burning up, and yet I feel like I've got chills. I think I need some sleep. At least I'm already in bed...am I talking out loud? No. I don't think so. Guess not, Alaric doesn't seem to hear me.

"If you see it that way. Come on, open up." he said sweetly, as he held a spoon full of rice up to my mouth. He's spoon feeding me! How cute! I opened my mouth and he gently tipped the spoon in my mouth, spilling rice all over my dry tongue. I chewed, hoping I wouldn't throw up. I took spoonful after spoonful, and soon it was time for Jell-O. I started to feel better after a few bites of the jiggly red food that he was feeding me.

"You're looking a bit better." he said, hovering over me. He sat next to me and put down the Jell-O down, propping me up in his arms so I could sip at the ginger ale. I was beginning to feel a little better. I reached out towards his pale masculine face, placing my small hand on his cheek. It seemed as though he was blushing. Then, all of a sudden, he brought his face over to mine, and placed his soft lips on my forehead, kissing it ever so softly. Right then and there, my whole world crumbled, and a new me emerged from the rubble, fresh and ready to face the world from a new perspective. I was in love.

That night he slept over to keep me company. He slept on the couch in the living room. I left my door open so I could call him in case I needed anything...actually, the real reason why I left my door open was so he could come in and sleep with me, but it never happened. I was beginning to wonder if it was his missing leg that he was sensitive about. Maybe he's got a tiny penis, or maybe he's got a dead Siamese twin brother hanging out of his stomach. You never know.

By noon the next day I was feeling much better. My stomach didn't hurt so much, my fever had died down, and I was now able to walk around without collapsing. I'd gotten so much of my strength back, thanks to Alaric mainly. We sat down on the couch together and watched American History X. He actually sat next to me this time, even though he had the choice to sit elsewhere. He didn't hold me or even touch my hand, but at least he was more comfortable with sitting by me now.

"You know, I'm really starting to like you Morgana." he said, during a bathroom break from the movie. Flustered, I didn't know what to say.

"I really like you too. You're just so awesome and you're so beautiful in every way that I can possibly think of. You're taking care of me, even though you really don't have to. Do you know what this means to me? A shit load. No one has ever been so sweet, caring, and considerate towards me." I answered, not knowing if I should go on with more.

"I never really thought I'd be getting emotionally attached to anyone, but slowly it seems to be happening. You've brought out the best in me." he spoke. He finally reached out for my hand and held it, caressed it, then finally kissed it. What a gentleman. What an absolutely amazing guy. I could see the sincere look in his face, and it told me he wasn't lying. It told me he really was beginning to like me.

After the movie, he went to cook me another meal, this time something more appetizing, as my stomach was much better. He made me steak with beef stew and vegetables. Not bad at all. Alaric's a phenomenal cook. We ate our meal together, talking and laughing as I savored every single bite. Life was looking pretty good for me finally, after so many years.

"Hey, would you like to go with my friend and I to the mall Friday?" I asked, hoping that I could finally introduce him to Melissa. I've have to prepare her beforehand, but I had to just come out with it and stand by my new mate. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way. Melissa can't be that cruel. Alaric's a great guy, she'll understand.

"Um....I really don't think I...can." he said unsurely. He put his head down a bit and gave me a weird look. He looked like a child that had just committed a small crime.

"Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to push him any further. What could it possibly be now? He can't hate malls...or...can he? Please tell me he's not one of these people that doesn't like to be in certain places, like malls or parks and such...this could be a drag.

"I...uh...really can't walk too much, I...my leg." He answered, stumbling over his words badly. It seemed as though he was really really nervous all of a sudden.

"Oh. I'm sorry, it's just, I didn't know you couldn't walk too much, we had a long walk the first day we met...you could've told me you didn't want to walk." I said, feeling bad about not considering his disability.

"No, well, it's not that...I can walk with my crutches, but if I wear my prosthetic, it starts to hurt me if I'm on it for too long." he said calmly, as if he was recalling something terrible, and had to speak without emotion so he wouldn't have to burst into tears.

"Then don't use your prosthetic." I said simply, looking into his eyes. He shook his head.

"No, I can't do that...I feel uncomfortable." he said, almost stuttering. It all made sense now. I was right. My first thoughts in regard to his strange behavior had to do with his missing leg, and I hit the nail on the head.

"Why? Did you feel uncomfortable around me?" I asked, concerned that he wasn't too happy at this moment. I wanted to hold him and explain things to him, help him realize that he need not be sensitive about something so trivial.

"Yes...No! I mean, I didn't expect to meet you that day. I was really embarrassed. I'm still not used to it. I feel like half of a man and I don't like when people stare at me. They stare as me in disgust, or pity. I hate that. With you it was different. I allowed myself to talk to you, because I knew you saw me differently than everyone else did, but I still felt weird. My stump was sore that day, from being on my feet the whole day before. I had to get some stuff done, and I had to go out. It was so difficult just facing people like that. You can't know how I feel." he finished passionately, giving the impression that he'd just given an important speech.

"I don't know how that feels, but I have been sick and covered in vomit in front of you before. Should I feel bad about it? It wasn't my fault. You shouldn't let people's staring problems bother you. People stare at me too. It does bother me, but I try to ignore it. I've become desensitized to their harsh words and cold stares. You can do the same. Don't let something like that get in the way of having fun and living your life." I said, almost angrily. How could people be so stupid? How could they make someone feel this way? Don't people ever realize what they're doing?

"It's not that easy. I try to deal with it, and I even make jokes about it sometimes, but I only lost my leg last year...I've still got to adjust." he said. I was finally hearing emotion in his voice.

"Let me help you deal. You can talk to me about anything. Don't ever feel bad around me." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"My mom said those same words right before she died." he whispered, and I watched as a single tear welled up in his right eye and started inching down his cheek. I wiped it away, and then he broke down, right in my arms. His breathing became erratic and his chest heaved, and all the while I just held him. I stroked through his hair and just kept telling him that it was going to be ok.

"Alaric..." I murmured. I wanted him to calm down, to just talk to me, but I had no idea how to get him to relax.

"You don't understand. It's not just that I'm embarrassed about it...ever since the accident, I haven't felt whole. I feel like I'm only part of a man. I feel completely separated from everyone else. I feel like I'm not even human anymore. I always had problems with depression and low self-esteem, and this last year, has really sent me over the edge." he said, regaining his composure.

"You're not half of a man...you're just a guy that lost his leg. You're the same guy you were when you still had your leg. Can't you see that?" I asked, trying to get him to see things a different way.

"You want to see it?! You want to fucking see it?!" he yelled suddenly. His hands went down to his fly, and he fumbled with the zipper.

"No! Stop it! Relax please, you're scaring me." I said, feeling very uneasy. I pulled his hands away from his fly. He looked up at me.

"Never mind...this was a mistake." he cried as he stood up, grabbed his things, and walked towards the door.

"Alaric! Please! Don't go! Please!" I screamed at him, as his hand reached towards the door knob. He whirled around to face me, with a cold hard stare.

"And why shouldn't I leave?" he challenged. I ran up to him and threw myself on him, hugging him, burying my head in his chest.

"Because...I'm going to fall in love with you." I stated simply. The look on his face changed drastically. He looked confused all of a sudden. It seemed he was at a loss for words.

"Don't give me that bullshit!" he finally managed to choke out. My eyes began to water and he soon realized his mistake.

"I just wanted you to let me love you...but you won't even let me get near you, so why should I bother? Why do I even try? You're not half of a man because you're missing a leg, you're half of a man because you choose to be that way!" I shouted at him as tears rolled down my pale face. His face softened and he began to hug me back. It felt so good to be in those strong arms, so loved, so protected.

"I'm sorry Morgana." he whispered as he took his hand and gently tilted my face up towards his. He started to kiss me, slowly and gently, then more passionately. I could taste the salty tears on his face as our lips connected time and again. With my eyes closed, I was completely unaware of what was going to happen next. After a few moments of kissing, I felt his warm, fleshy hands cup my tits. He moved his hands in a circular motion, gently massaging both of my firm, perky breasts. It felt good to be touched that way, especially by him. I threw my arms around his neck, and felt the warmth radiating from his skin. He was the definition of a man, hard, rugged, warm, and sexy. Such a perfect human specimen. His missing leg was only a battle wound that added to his attraction and masculinity.

"Morgana, it's been so long. I have yearned for a woman's soft touch, to be close to a woman and smell her scent for so long. I haven't even kissed a woman since the accident. I don't know if I'll be able to..." he trailed off. I knew what he was referring to. I'd help him. In time he'd discover new methods that'll work for his new form.