The next day everyone at school was confused about why Tim’s toe was broken. Tim decided to make it more entertaining than it really was. “Well I was walking home from school and I saw this man. He didn’t seem very suspicious at first. He was just walking down the street beside a women carrying a child in one of those little baby pouch things.” By now most of the class is listening in on his conversation he was having with his friends. “This man then pulled a knife on her and he asked for the kid. I became nervous. I frantically searched around for a blunt weapon to help the women with. Obviously the man didn’t know I was there.”
Soon this became more of a group activity. Everyone wanted to hear the story. “I couldn’t find anything so I ran across the street. By now the man had cut the woman and he was going to steal the child. I didn’t know what to do so I just swung my foot at his sack hoping that would knock him off balance. He collapsed by the awesome force of my kick. I felt like Chuck Norris. He was knocked un-conscious by the raw power of my kick. I then realized my cell phone was dead, so I pick the bleeding woman up on my shoulders. I carried her and her child for 7 blocks all the way to a hospital. If it wasn’t for me she would have died from blood loss. The doctor then told me that I had a broken toe. I reckon it was broken on his nuts. Brings a whole new meaning to balls of steel eh?”
Of course the story changed from time to time. There were line ups at lunch of people wanting to hear about how Tim broke his toe. “The fire didn’t burn me too bad, it was all about the orphans-“ Tim was cut off by a girl around the same age as him.
“Tim, how did you actually break your toe. There hasn’t been a fire on campus in years.” She didn’t seem too pleased with Tim’s fibbing. She wanted to the truth. This girl had hair that fell like a water fall. Straight like a man at a strip club. It was a brownish red color. Tim had seen this girl around and he had made a few remarks to her. She was a fairly attractive woman.
“I’ll tell you under one condition, dinner and a movie. “ She seemed discontent. “What you aren’t going to turn down a cripple are you? You’re going to reject me my dying wish?” Tim was determined to see if he could get her.
“How are you dying is a broken toe.” She said in a mildly amused tone.
“Oh so now I’m a liar? First you reject a cripple, then you call me a liar? HEY EVERYONE!” Tim began hobbling around on one leg calling the girl a cripple hater. “AND SHE EVEN CALLED ME A CRIPPLE FIBBER! AND THEN SHE STEPPED ON MY TOE AND SPAT ON ME!” A crowd was beginning to start.
She then gave into Tim’s demands. Tim liked to call this method the “Terrorist Approach.”
“Relationships”
Tim was finally going to the hospital to get his toe-cast removed. Alice decided to go with him to get it removed. The same “breast-doctor” that was with Tim before was assigned to him again.
Once again she seemed angry about something. It turns out the cast was in pretty rough condition so she began to lecture him again. Tim’s ADD sense kicked in. He began fantasizing about Alice removing the cast with her mouth, which apparently in Tim’s mind was sexually arousing. She started moaning after holding the cast.
Tim sported an erection from this…erotic? Fantasy. He then snapped back to reality with a beaming hard-on. Unlucky for him, his sweat pants made a tent shape. This was definitely strange for Tim. But the stranger part was the way the doctor and Alice reacted. Suddenly they couldn’t control themselves and they hopped on him. Soon enough Tim started to get “really excited.” Then the fireworks came.
This is when Tim realized that was also a fantasy, although his pants felt damper. He was wearing jeans, so his erection may have been concealed. Alice never mentioned it so Tim assumed all was well.
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