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发表于 2019-10-1 07:08:55 来自手机 | 显示全部楼层
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  当再次想着巴特时,丹妮丝突然被一名刚踏入餐厅,身材高大运动型的男人给分散了注意力。他有着灰白的鬓角,并且一对绿色眼珠散发出疲弱的目光,这副在丹妮丝心目中的天菜模样,令她惊讶到屏住了呼吸。她等着心目中预想的美丽女伴接着他之后进来,但是那个女人却始终没有出现。相反的,那个男人独自一人走到吧台,坐在一个空凳子上。贝蒂走到她的新客人面前并接受了他的点单。当她为这个男人调製了一杯加冰块的苏格兰威士忌时,她瞥了一眼坐在角落包厢裡,正被这个无人陪伴的大块头给紧紧吸住目光、陶醉在自己的妄想之中、一副痴女模样的丹妮丝 。这时餐厅裡恰好播放起后街男孩(Backsteetboys)演唱组合前些阵子最火红的单曲‘我就是爱你’(I WANT IT THAT WAY),裡头那句句充满激情的歌词,正诉说着丹妮丝的心声。

当犯起花痴的丹妮丝,正目不转睛的盯着这名理想天菜时,坐在吧台前的他开始环顾着室内的空间。由于她位于他右侧相当醒目的位置,于是他很快就将视线转向了她。毫无疑问,当他看到丹妮丝时,他的眼神透露出了感兴趣的目光。她则简短地与他进行了目光接触,然后儘可能不加思索地,低头继续盯她手裡的PDA。没过多久;大约还不到五分钟,那个男人滑下了高脚凳,然后朝丹妮丝的桌子走了过去。

“嗨,”绿眼睛的男子手裡拿着苏格兰威士忌说道。

“嗨你个头啦~你自个嗨去吧~呵呵”丹妮丝打趣地回答道。

“妳在等人吗?”

“没有呢...你想要...和我一起坐吗?”丹妮丝试图保持冷静,但她知道她的声音洩漏了她的兴奋感。

那人走进了包厢,来到丹妮丝对面,把杯子放在桌子上。“那麽,妳为什麽一个人在这裡?”他问道。

“我原本要和闺蜜见面的,但她刚打电话来说,她来不了…”丹妮丝顺理成章的撒着谎。“所以我正准备要离开。”

“别这样做嘛,”男子用股彷彿胜利的语气说道。“我叫丹。丹.法伯尔。”

“我是丹妮丝.卢布朗,”丹妮丝回答道。

“卢布朗!好奇特的姓氏唷!妳是法国人吗?”丹对于丹妮丝的全名感到好奇而问道。

“呵呵,你猜对唷,我祖父从二次大战结束后,就随着盟军在美国定居了。所以我是第三代法裔移民唷,说不定跟那名写‘亚森.罗苹’的作者还是亲戚呢!嘻嘻!”

“难怪!刚才我还在想:怎麽会有一位如此动人的金髮美女,独自一人坐在这裡,却时不时散发着迷人的气息,想必是那股法国人先天的浪漫情怀所致吧。”

“呵呵!谢谢你的恭维呢!浪漫情怀什麽就不敢讲了,但是关于迷人这点,我可是挺有把握的呢!”丹妮丝笑盈盈的回答,并对于这还算不错的开场白,心中暗自窃喜着。

  做完自我介绍的两人,很快的在几分钟内閒聊了起来,彼此交换了有关工作和休閒活动的信息。丹今年32岁,比丹妮丝小一岁,从事电脑软件方面的工作。他装作一副对家具事业感兴趣的模样,但丹妮丝从他急躁的言谈中,明显看出他的猴急不耐烦。就在那一刻,餐馆的老闆娘来到了男人和扮残女子的桌子旁。老闆娘手裡拿着菜单,和这对男女说了几句话后,他们就开始准备从包厢离去。丹和丹妮丝便看着这对男女站起身。红髮女看似有些笨拙狼狈的,在两人面前锁住了她的支架,并拖行着这条穿着支架的右腿走出了餐厅。

“噢,看看那个女人,”丹说。“多麽可惜呀。”

“你是指什麽?”丹妮丝问,试着听起来不带一丝情感。

“我是指说她虽然是一名漂亮的女士,但可惜她是个瘸子,”丹回答道。

“你认为她的残疾会影响她的美貌吗?”丹妮丝探究着问道。“你会将她看作是一位有魅力的女人,还是一名残疾的女人?”

丹开始对这种谈话内容感到不自在“为什麽妳会想知道这事儿,妳是人权份子那一类的激进人士吗?”他吞了口气“为什麽妳会想知道,我对另一名女人的想法?我认为我们现在的谈话,应该是关于妳和我彼此之间的。”

“好吧,这我同意,”丹妮丝说“那麽你想换去其他地方吃点东西吗?...我真的不喜欢今晚小花园的食物。”

“好呀!当然。”丹把它视作为搭讪并回答道 。

“我需要先去下洗手间,你要不要乾脆先去将停车票卡交给泊车人员,先把车子领回,之后我们再约在外头碰面。”说到这儿,丹妮丝还淘气地眨了眨眼。

“好呀,就这麽说定了!”丹说完后,迫不及待地站起来走向前门。

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当再次想着巴特时,丹妮丝突然被一名刚踏入餐厅,身材高大运动型的男人给分散了注意力。他有着灰白的鬓角 ...

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“真是完美~”丹妮丝一想到这看似顺利的邂逅,便得意的笑了出来。她向贝蒂示意,贝蒂拿起了丹妮丝那副灰色的前臂拐杖并将它们交给了珊迪,珊迪依次将它们交还给了丹妮丝。丹妮丝在桌子上留下了一张10美元的钞票... 作为珊迪丰厚的小费...并用她最快的速度,从包厢裡退了出来。今晚丹妮丝穿着她的“商务鞋”,左脚上穿的是一只灰色的低跟女鞋。然而与众不同的是:丹妮丝右脚上的商务女鞋,则是一只鞋底增厚了许多,甚至鞋跟高的夸张宛若高跷般的超高跟鞋款:前方的鞋底被软木和皮革增厚了6英吋(约15CM)之多,并且有着8英吋(约20CM)之高的粗鞋跟。丹妮丝伸手到她的右膝关节后方,捞起这条因小儿麻痺症落下残疾,甚至还严重萎缩并发育不良,堪称是畸形的小短腿,并将这条全瘫而完全无法动弹、如麵条般软绵绵的残腿,给放到酒吧的地板上,然后用她左边的好腿小心翼翼站了起来,并接过了珊迪递来的那对前臂拐杖。

“祝妳好运囉,丹妮丝姐姐,嘻嘻”珊迪心照不宣地对着丹妮丝笑着说道。

“这招总是那麽有趣呢,呵呵”丹妮丝用她那露着牙龈的招牌笑容回答道。随后,她开始拄着双拐并迈出摆盪式的步伐,一路沿着吧台朝出口前去。虽然丹妮丝表面上看似一付精力充沛、神采奕奕的模样,但其实却几乎是用尽她所有的力气,并藉由她拄着的那对拐杖来摆盪着好腿来甩出每一步。不只如此,同时丹妮丝还得拼命的利用腰腹的力量,将右边的臀部努力的给抬高,好让她右脚上那只鞋底经补高增厚许多的超高跟鞋,不至于落在地板上给拖着。由于她只能用腹部肌肉的力量来将好腿摆盪而出,所以实际上拄着双拐的丹妮丝每走一步都是相当费劲。儘管让这只相对来说笨重许多的补高鞋,不在地上拖行这点并不是那麽容易,但对拄拐步行时的丹妮丝来说相当重要,一方面是保持行进的动作尽可能的自然流畅,让自己的步态看上去不至于跛的太明显,再来也是免于被这条完全不听使唤的右腿给绊倒。

  拄着双拐摆盪着步子蹒跚前行的丹妮丝,在通往前门的路上经过了用餐区,并在前方的桌子上见到那位带着伪儿麻红髮残疾女子的男士。当他听见“笃!喀哒~笃!喀哒~”丹妮丝左脚的低跟鞋、配合着拐杖拄在地面交织而成的声音时,那名男人瞬间“啪“地一声转过头来,一副明显被她拄拐瘸行的步态给迷住的模样。到了这一步丹妮丝再也无法忍受了......她立刻在这对男女的面前停了下来,对着那个不知羞耻的女人说:“我多么希望我走起路来能像妳一样。妳让它看起来变得容易多了!”并且在不等任何的回应之下,丹妮丝继续费尽全力拄着拐杖、甩着步子朝门口前去。恰巧取完车后折回来的丹,这时后也到了前门。当一见到丹妮丝那副拄着双拐摆盪着步子、蹒跚行进的模样时,他的脸立刻垮了下来。

“哇…现在我终于明白,为什麽妳会想知道我对那名女人的看法了,”丹说。

“我这个样子…让你感到失望了吗?” 丹妮丝紧张地问道,此时她额头上还因着刚刚行进的折腾而开始冒汗,然而由于双手同时都要拄拐,而令丹妮丝无法腾出手来,将脸上流下的汗珠给拭去。

  丹开始结巴起来“呃,哦,不...当然没有!”他蹩脚的掰着各种理由。“我想我…只是感到惊讶。呃......我回来是…要去洗手间的。我马上就回来。”

丹妮丝才等不到一分钟,丹就回来了,并将手机紧紧贴住他的耳朵,表示他正在‘讲电话‘“嗯,好吧......好吧。我明白了。我会尽可能快地到那裡。”他把电话阖上后,快速的走到拄着一对拐杖的丹妮丝面前,脸上带着紧张的表情。

“我很抱歉。我刚接到了我妹的电话。她刚刚分娩,但她的丈夫不在城裡,所以我必须赶快带她去医院。刚刚和妳聊的很开心...希望能再见到妳!”说完了这些话,丹便从门口离开...甚至几乎是用跑的离去。丹妮丝对他这别具创意的瞎掰理由暗自窃笑着。

“该死的,”她 一面低声嘀咕道,一面拄着双拐摆盪着步子蹭出了门口,准备从泊车人员那儿将她那辆名贵的BMW Z4给取回。然而丹早已消失的不见踪影。弗雷德,这名协助代客泊车的男服务员,将这辆浅蓝色的敞篷跑车开回来,停在丹妮丝的面前,拉上手煞之后下了车。当他为双手都要拄拐的她打开车门时,丹妮丝递给了弗雷德几张一美元钞票作为小费。接着丹妮丝有条不紊地,将她的拐杖一根根的放在副驾驶座的空间中,并用她踩在地上的好腿作为支点转动着身子,让脸部朝向车子外头,对着驾驶座一屁股跌坐了下去。然后她将身子转正,并再次从膝盖后面捞起她那条又短又小的右腿,接着毫不客气地,将不听使唤的它给拽入车裡,甚至动作粗鲁到像几乎是用扔的,任由无法动弹的短小右腿,随脚上穿的超高跟鞋重量“咚”的一声摔入车内,丹妮丝的眉头也随之皱了一下,她健全的左腿则紧随其后自行挪上了车。待腿脚残疾行动不便的丹妮丝坐定之后,弗雷德贴心的替她关上了车门。

“很高兴再次见到你,女士。但这种油门踏板位于左边的车子,我还没能习惯过来呢。”弗雷德微笑着说道。

“我早习惯了…”丹妮丝用小到几乎听不见的声音回答道“因为这是我唯一能像正常人一样的驾驶方式…一直以来都是如此…。”她解开左脚上的鞋带,将低跟鞋从这只走了一整天路的左腿上给脱下,露出脚趾上涂着鲜豔的红色指甲油,被包裹在透明肤色丝袜裡的左脚丫子。丹妮丝先是简单的活动了下左脚脚踝,再隔着薄薄的丝袜,搓揉了这隻脚在鞋子裡给塞了将近一天的脚趾头,好减轻用来走路的这整隻脚上那痠痛不适的感觉,并回头向热心的弗雷德挥手道别,再用穿着丝袜的左脚踩下油门,将车子开走并扬长而去。本来丹妮丝添购这款敞篷的车,是为了要享受在开车时,整个人被气流迎面而来的奔驰感,好弥补她平常在地面上腿脚不便、拄着双拐不良于行的缺憾。然而当今晚舒适的凉风,从敞开的车篷两侧呼啸而过时,两道不争气的泪水,却顺着她美丽的脸庞流了下来。

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“真是完美~”丹妮丝一想到这看似顺利的邂逅,便得意的笑了出来。她向贝蒂示意,贝蒂拿起了丹妮丝那副灰色 ...

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Denise LeBlanc wondered if she was being unduly disingenuous. She was using a ploy once again which she had perfected in her effort to meet men. It was such a thrill to be flirted with, romanced, and just treated normally by men who typically would not even think of trying to pick up a disabled woman. Oh, Denise always insisted on paying for her own drinks and meals here at the Garden Patch Restaurant; she would not disappoint anyone AND make them buy! But, thrills and excitement aside, Denise somehow felt less and less comfortable doing what she was up to again tonight. But...just once more, she decided...strictly for fun.

The bar area in the Garden Patch was not too crowded yet. Friday traffic would pick up shortly. Denise was situated in her favorite spot, in a corner booth close to the bar. Floor-length white linen covered the tables and Denise knew that, in the eye of a casual visitor, she looked like a very pretty unaccompanied blonde. She winked at Betty, her accomplice, behind the bar. Betty thought the whole scheme was hilarious because she was gay and pretty much hated men all around. Betty was a good ally who made strong drinks and kept Denise's crutches out of sight by the ice machine.

Denise fiddled with her Palm Pilot while she waited for the waitress to bring her first vodka soda. She had several appointments with sales people the following week and she had not prepared for any of them yet. Oh well...another early Monday morning on the horizon! Several of the salesmen who called on Denise were single and attractive, but her status as head of merchandising for a large furniture chain and her crutches had dissuaded all of them from asking her out. The Garden Patch was not frequented by anyone Denise worked with and she hoped it stayed that way.

Denise's mind kept wandering back to Bart. Bart: the postman, and Denise's sometimes-lover in the afternoon at her apartment. Bart, who was the first "devotee" Denise had ever bedded, and who was really quite a good lover. But Denise knew that Bart made love to her so passionately largely because she was disabled, and he was pretty shallow as well. He filled a need, though, and Denise distinctly enjoyed his attentions.

Just as she let her mind begin to be swept away by Bart's lovemaking Denise was shocked back to reality by the entrance of a very unusual couple. A man around 50 or so walked into the bar accompanied by a sensational-looking redhead. The woman was at least 10 years his junior and wore a low-cut black cocktail dress. On her right leg was a full-length metal brace. Not a sports medicine-type brace, Denise noted. This was a steel-and-leather othotic brace with white leather and with inserts fitted into the heel of an old-fashioned-looking orthopedic shoe. Yes, Denise thought, this brace was a throwback to the polio era.

Denise watched the couple as they surveyed the room and then made their way to a table several feet away. The woman with the brace walked awkwardly, taking small steps and leaning slightly left with each step to move her right leg forward. Denise looked closely at the woman's braced leg. The calf muscle was well-developed and firm and her ankle was well-defined and pretty. The realization hit Denise quickly: this woman was a pretender! From her investigation of "devotee" sites on the internet Denise knew that there were people who pretended to be disabled, either to please their lovers or because they were, themselves, "wannabes." Wannabes were people who had a compelling desire to actually be handicapped, and used disability paraphernalia and appliances to accomplish their fantasies.

Denise's first reaction was revulsion. Who was this broad to pretend to be the disabled woman that Denise actually was? Did she not understand the life-long difficulty of not being able to walk? Of being stared at or pitied? How did she dare impersonate a handicapped woman?

The redhead unlocked her brace and sat down. Denise noted that she was easily able to raise her braced leg on its own power to get into the booth—another giveaway! Just then Sandi, the waitress brought Denise's drink. Denise looked at Betty behind the bar, who had a quizzical look on her face, nodding to the man and the redhead now comfortably in their booth. Denise rolled her eyes and subtly shook her head. Betty didn't understand this, but was quickly distracted by another server who needed drinks for the restaurant. She turned to the task at hand.

It was obvious to Denise that the man was infatuated with his pretender. His attentiveness and her response were reminiscent of teenagers on a first date. Her emotions upon seeing the leg brace were still swirling. Denise thought about Bart again. Maybe she should take him more seriously. Maybe a man who appreciated a great crippled leg was not such a problem after all.

Thinking of Bart again, Denise was distracted by a tall, athletic-looking man who entered the bar. He had graying temples and languid green eyes, and Denise caught her breath. She waited for the beautiful woman she knew must be just behind him, but that woman did not appear. Instead, the man proceeded to the bar and took a seat on one of the empty stools. Betty came over to her new patron and took his order. She glanced at Denise, who was riveted by this unaccompanied hunk as she fixed and served what appeared to be a scotch rocks to the man.

As Denise watched, the man at the bar began to survey the room. She was to his right, within easy view, and soon enough he turned to her. There was not a doubt that his eyes registered interest when he saw Denise. She made eye contact with him just briefly, then went back to surveying her Palm Pilot as nonchalantly as possible. It didn't take long; within five minutes the man slid off the barstool and made his way to Denise's table.

"Hi," said the green-eyed man with the scotch in his hand.

"Hi, yourself," returned Denise.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

"No...would you like to join me?" Denise tried to be matter-of-fact, but she knew her voice betrayed her excitement.

The man moved into the booth across from Denise and placed his glass on the table. "So, why are you here by yourself?" he asked.

"I was supposed to meet a girlfriend, but she just called and said she can't make it," Denise lied smoothly. "I was just about to leave."

"Don't do that," the man said, with a victorious tone. "My name's Dan. Dan Farber."

"Denise LeBlanc," returned Denise.

The two made small talk for several minutes, exchanging information on jobs, and leisure activities. Dan was 32, a year younger than Denise, and worked in computer software. He feigned interest in her furniture career, but it was obvious to Denise that he was impatient to move in for the kill. Just at that moment the restaurant hostess came to the table of the man and the pretender. The hostess had menus, said a few words to the couple, and they began to exit the booth. Dan and Denise watched as the couple arose. The redhead made a show of locking her brace and shuffling out of the room.

"Oh, look at that," said Dan. "What a shame."

"What do you mean?" asked Denise, sounding as emotionless as possible.

"Just that she's a nice-looking lady and she's crippled," Dan answered.

"Do you think the fact she's disabled detracts from her beauty?" probed Denise. "How do you see her...as an attractive woman, or as a handicapped woman?"

Dan was becoming uncomfortable with this line of conversation. "Why, are you like, an activist or something?" he gulped. "Why do you want to know what I think about another woman at all? I think our conversation should be about you and me."

"OK, I agree," said Denise. "Would you like to go someplace else to get a bite...I'm really not in the mood for Garden Patch food tonight."

"Sure," said Dan, taking this as a pick up line.

"Why don't you go give your parking ticket to the valet. I'll go to the lady's room and meet you outside."

"Deal," said Dan, who eagerly got up and proceeded to the front door.

"erfect," thought Denise. She motioned to Betty, who picked up Denise's slate-gray forearm crutches and gave them to Sandi, who delivered them in turn to Denise. Denise left $10 on the table...a generous tip for Sandi...and scooted herself out of the booth. Tonight Denise was wearing her "business shoes," with a gray low-heeled pump on her left foot. Denise's right foot was in a massively built-up version of the business pump, with six extra inches of cork and leather on the sole and with a thick eight-inch-high heel. Denise reached behind her right knee and lifted her polio short leg onto the floor of the bar, then stood on her good leg and accepted her crutches from Sandi.

"Good luck," said Sandi, smiling knowingly at Denise.

"It's always interesting," returned Denise, grinning. With that she began a vigorous exit from the bar, using all her energy to lift her hips and swing through her crutches so her right shoe didn't drag the floor. It was important to Denise to appear to crutch herself along as smoothly as possible, although it was not always easy to keep the massive shoe from dragging a little since she could only use her abdomen muscles to propel herself.

Denise entered the restaurant on her way to the front door and noted the man with the faux-crippled redhead at a table just ahead. The man's head snapped around as he heard the clicking of Denise's crutches. He was clearly mesmerized by her gait. Denise couldn't resist...she stopped in front of the couple momentarily and said to the mortified woman, "I wish I could walk like you. You make it look so easy!" Without waiting for a response Denise swung herself off to the front door just as Dan Farber walked back in. His face fell instantly.

"Now I understand why you wanted to know about my thoughts on that other woman," said Dan.

"Disappointed?" queried Denise nervously.

Dan began to fumble for words. "Uh, oh no...of course not!" he blustered awkwardly. "I guess I'm just surprised. Well...I was coming back to find the men's room. I'll be right back."

Denise waited for less than a minute before Dan came back, clutching his cell phone to his ear and making a show of his "conversation." "Uh huh, right...OK. I understand. I'll get there as quick as I can." He flipped the phone closed and walked quickly toward Denise with a tense look on his face.

"I'm so sorry. I just got a call from my sister. Her husband is out of town and she just went into labor. I've got to take her to the hospital. I enjoyed meeting you...hope to see you again!" With that, Dan was out the door...almost running away. Denise chuckled at his creativity.

"Shit," she muttered quietly as she crutched out the door to have her prized BMW Z-4 retrieved by the valet. Dan was long gone as Fred, the valet, pulled up and hopped out of the baby blue sports car. Denise handed Fred a couple of singles as he held the door for her. Denise methodically put her crutches in the well of the passenger compartment and pivoted on her good leg to sit facing outward on the driver's side. She then turned, picked her short little right leg up behind the knee and plopped it unceremoniously into the car. Her left leg followed and Fred closed the door.

"It's good to see you again, ma'am. But I still can't get used to that accelerator pedal on the left," said Fred with a smile.

"Easy for me," returned Denise quietly. "It's the only way I've ever driven." She waved to Fred and drove off, tears streaming down her face.


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  隔天一早,丹妮丝在前晚因独守空闺而难过了一整晚,使得她到最后只能边啜泣、边用双手以及各式各样的情趣玩具,帮自己宣洩着满腔的怒火和慾火!甚至弄到最后,丹妮丝还使出她的独门绝活:用这条短了一大截,但弯起来恰好能够将软呼呼的小脚尖与鲍鱼洞口相接触、甚至还因着没有肌张力的限制,连大咪咪上的小红豆都能触及的右残腿,来当作是她自我宣洩的专属道具。而且前面提过:这整条小残腿上的知觉格外敏感,因此当这只小脚丫每一下无论是磨蹭、轻触、还是搓揉等动作,都能带给丹妮丝双重的刺激及难以言喻的快感!她就这样,自己与自己浪了一整夜,直到天刚破晓才好不容易入眠。现在沉沉睡去的丹妮丝,那头长长的金色秀髮就像朵花似的,在枕头上披散开来;堪称前凸后翘线条匀称的上半身,只由一条单薄的被单半盖着,然而从被褥下方露出来的,则是两条即便都有着吹弹可破、白皙娇嫩的肌肤,但看上去无论是粗细或长短,外型都相差极大的一双腿,以及分别左大右小、同样极不协调的两只脚丫子:左脚因长期都用来站立并行走,而导致足弓略微塌陷,脚板比起一般女性来说较为宽厚,脚趾也略粗了些,此时趾缝间正带着硅胶製的脚趾外翻矫正器,看来是为了使这只长时间穿鞋走路的左脚,维持住美丽的足型用的;而从未下地走路过的右脚,不仅比起左脚小了至少四个鞋码、脚踝还因长期悬空而严重变形、下垂成一直线、脚心处也没有正常人应该有的足弓,只有短小微胖的脚趾头向着这裏蜷缩成一团;脚背则宛如芭蕾舞者般高高隆起,使整个脚丫子看上去胖嘟嘟的,就像小婴儿的脚似的。并且这只小脚丫子上的肌肤,细嫩的也如同婴儿一般,但和健康的左脚相比之下,却呈现一种病态般的惨白,一副瘫软孱弱的模样。并且丹妮丝一大一小的双脚上头每一根脚趾,都涂着鲜豔的红色指甲油,将这对外观相异极大的脚衬托得更加具有女人味。然而丹妮丝本想在週六睡到自然醒的计划,也很快就被迫中断了。大约在8点30分的时候,突然响起的电话,将睡眠不足的她从熟睡中给吵醒。

“唔…才八点半而已呢…是谁呀?”她一面看着时钟,一面发出疲惫的声音喃喃呻吟着。接着她在床上翻过身去,从立架上接起了无线电话,那条短小且瘫软的右腿却没能跟着翻过去,孤零零的留在原地,娇小的脚丫子如同还没睡醒似的,如烂泥般静静瘫在床上,动也不动一下。

“…喂?”她一面用刚醒来尚未开嗓的沙哑声音低声的说道,一面将左脚上戴在趾缝间的矫正器给取下,并将涂着鲜红指甲油的脚趾扭了扭、一张一阖的抒展活动着。

  来电者是小花园餐厅的调酒师贝蒂。她用夹有一丝挂虑的语气说道,在前一天晚上丹妮丝离开之后,这位与腿上戴着支架的女人约会的男子,一直向贝蒂打听着她。

“他想知道妳是谁,并问我是否知道妳的联繫方式。我告诉他”不知道!但如果妳有回来的话,我会将他的电话号码转给妳。丹妮丝亲,这傢伙竟然如此积极的想与妳取得联繫。而且,还有件弦外之音......珊迪说她居然也认识这个人......他在她位于哈尔代尔的银行担任总裁!“

“哦,好极了...又有另一个慕残者想要把我,”丹妮丝一面想着,一面下意识的用手抚摸着从被窝裡露出来那条严重残疾而又短又小的右腿。至少这个人的工作比那个邮差巴特好多了。她取得了对方的电话号码,并向贝蒂道谢,然后挂断了电话。结束通话的丹妮丝坐在床上,思索着这名阴沉的中年男子,和他的伴残者女伴、或者是妻子。这些傢伙是怎麽回事!儘管如此,事实上在丹妮丝的心中某部分,还是有因着这些慕残者们能够被残疾的自己所吸引,而感到兴奋不已。

  该是时候去喝杯浓列的咖啡,好提神醒脑了!丹妮丝把裹在身上的被子给甩到一旁,并弯下身子努力伸长手臂朝床下搆去,一面设法在不让自己床上跌落的前提之下, 将她的那对拐杖分别从床的两侧从地板上给捡了起来,一面暗自责备自己:昨晚不应该因着心情低落,随手将它们胡乱的丢在地上,而非整齐的靠在床头边放好,省得自己现在落到一副狼狈的德性。接着藉由搀扶着它们的协助之下, 用好腿在床边摇摇晃晃的站了起来。她低头看了看那令餐馆裡的那个男人想进一步联繫她的原因:在那条健康并纤细修长、线条也匀称姣好的左腿旁与之作伴的,却是条异常细瘦、孱弱又短小到不成比例的病残右腿。无力的小脚丫子正呈一直线的向下耸拉着,就算是这样,脚尖也离地面整整有五英吋(约13cm)之多,悬在半空中随着惯性不停话的晃呀晃的。她这条短小的右腿,是由于出生没多久还来不及注射疫苗,就不幸罹患上小儿麻痺症而落下终身的残疾,从那之后,这条可怜的右腿就因运动神经完全瘫痪而失去功能,并且还伴随着严重的发育不良。随着时间推移,纵使丹妮丝的身高在发育成人之后,长到五呎五吋(约165CM)之高,但这条病残的右腿和健全左腿的差异却越来越大,最终导致整条右腿又细又小不成比例,不光是脚丫子几乎没什麽长大,五根短小微胖的脚趾头也蜷缩内扣,无力地朝着脚心缩成一团。如今这条病残的小短腿上,只剩下毫无力气而且立不住的膝盖、和萎缩到所剩无几且瘫软鬆弛的肌肉,对走路来说完全没有任何用处。这条因小儿麻痺后遗症落下严重残疾,甚至导致畸形而且完全无法使用的小短腿,使得她从来就不晓得、也无从知道:同时用两隻脚踩在地面上走路是什麽滋味;而且不光这点,还使丹妮丝成长的过程裡,伴随着生活中大大小小的诸多不方便:例如在丹妮丝刚上小学的那年,身边的熊孩子们趁她坐下时,将她的拐杖给夺走来捉弄她。气愤的丹妮丝立刻扶着桌椅用好腿站了起来,并单脚跳着追了过去,不料脚下却不晓得被什麽给拌了一下,害她整个人直接向前仆倒,让好腿的膝盖直接大力地撞在地上而不幸骨折…接下来的三个月,可怜的小丹妮丝只能坐在轮椅上,打上厚厚石膏的左腿直挺挺的向前伸出,那条重残短小的右腿则无助的垂在一旁…即使之后这条左腿完全痊癒恢復自如,但也给丹妮丝的心中留下了阴影,再也不太敢像那样单脚跳,并养成了拐杖从不离手片刻的习惯;还有当到了可以开车的年纪,由于这条完全失去功能的右腿,无法控制油门和煞车,性格好强的丹妮丝,也不愿将车子改装成用手控制的那种款式,坚持要台能用好腿来开的车子这点,就令她处处碰了壁,连报考驾训班的资格都没有。好不容易才找到一台原车主是名右腿截肢的残疾人,才终于让她如了愿,并且之后丹妮丝的车子,都必须像昨天那台Z4一样,特别商情原厂将油门和煞车的位置给换边;还有最狼狈的一次:当时才刚踏出校园,成为社会新鲜人的丹妮丝,一大早就穿着一身商务正装,脚上还穿着一双先前从未穿过,有着2吋细跟、新买的高跟鞋,正拄着双拐要出门前往公司面试时,就在自家门前的街道上,左脚突然被不平的道路给拌了一下崴了脚,害得丹妮丝一下反应不及,只听她“呀啊!”的惊叫一声,就这麽失去平衡,“碰!”的一声一屁股跌坐在地上 。此时丹妮丝左脚上的鞋跟已经给折断了,她只能将其脱下并拄起拐杖,试着从地上站起来。但她当崴了的左脚踝一踩到地,便迎来剧烈无比的鑽心疼痛,痛的她眼泪立刻夺眶而出。仔细一看才发现:丝袜裡的左脚已经肿胀的像坨麵糰似的,看来刚刚崴的那一下伤得可不轻,想必是无法再支撑她站立、更别说是走路了。但这时搁在一旁既短小又瘦弱、软趴趴使不上一点力气的重残右腿,却也派不上任何用场,害她迟迟无法从地上站起来。由于这时候时间还早,街道上没什麽人经过,在地上枯坐了良久、始终等不到人前来帮忙的丹妮丝,最终只得用双手、和尚未伤到的左膝盖,狼狈的像隻四足、不,是三足动物(因为她那条又细又短的右残腿,此刻只能像麵条般的给跩在身后,无助的被拖行着…),半爬半拖的回到自己的住所;这次的损失不仅包新买的却断了鞋跟的高跟鞋、和在狼狈爬行中给磨破、同样是新添购的丝袜、以及不免弄髒的新衣服之外,由于丹妮丝伤到那隻用来走路的好脚,接下来便只能卧床休养一个月,在这段期间裡,连同这次的种种面试机会全都给飞了,到她正式找到工作已是3个多月后…这些不方便的种种事蹟族繁不及备载,一直以来都使得丹妮丝感到灰心挫败,而且在公开的场合之中,这条看上去明显严重病残的小短腿,往往是个惹人注目并引起窃窃私语的课题,以上种种让这条残弱的小短腿成了是她心中一直以来的痛。然而意想不到的,没有错...这条看似细瘦不堪、孱弱无助的小短腿,却也成了她最近似乎越来越常遇到,那些像是巴特一样的慕残者们,能够吸引住他们目光的焦点。她曾不止一次考虑过,把这条可怜病残、一无是处的小短腿给截肢算了。但即便如此,一想到这条因严重残疾,而经常让自己陷入难堪窘境的小短腿,现在居然成了一些人梦寐以求、甚至是暗中打飞机宣洩的目标时,她又觉得并不想失去这在某种程度上,算是她不可或缺的一部分。即使丹妮丝也尚未弄清楚,他们为何会喜欢自己这条既瘫痪又畸形的小短腿, 但她心裡暗自想着:既然他们都喜欢老娘这条又短又小又不能动弹分毫的废腿,那为何不用自己身体上的缺陷,成为他们垂涎爱慕的诱饵?让这条严重残疾且明显畸形的右腿、以及无力下垂看似弱不禁风的右脚,成为自己引以为傲的资本!这样也不枉老娘一路咬牙、忍受着这条毫无用处的小短腿所造成的诸多不便活到如今!所以平时在尽可能的情况下,丹妮丝都坚持着,穿上短到能露出两条长短不一双腿的裙子,而非长裙或是裤装,好能在外人面前拄着双拐摆盪着步子时,让人能对那条严重残疾而孤零零的悬在一旁、只能随着身子不听使唤晃呀晃的小短腿一览无遗。并且丹妮丝还会在那隻袖珍娇小的右脚上头,穿上经过修改后增厚补高、成了‘超高跟’的各式女鞋、而不是看上去笨重丑怪的矫形鞋,瘫软无力的小脚丫那股弱不禁风的无助感,再搭配上头所穿的那一隻隻性感诱人的超高跟鞋,想必是许多慕残者眼中的美景!就像巴特,不就是这麽被自己的这条小短腿给吊上钩的?一想到这裏,丹妮丝的嘴角浮现出一丝得意又弔诡的微笑,昨晚遭人嫌弃而独守空闺的阴霾也一扫而空。

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