Conversation

By Peggy Buxton

Lydia Sandoval interviewed Frank Thompson on her radio show 'After Midnight'. The topic was special interests in those that you date, and Frank's interest happened to be women that were amputees. He had been married to one and known others. Lydia was beautiful, and Frank was handsome. Maybe they would have become a couple anyway, but the conversation touched her deeply. Her life changed forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peggy Buxton
• Release date: Oct 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463515662

Peggy Buxton

Author, wife, lover, and amputee. I have been missing my left leg for years. Growing up I felt that it should not be there, and it is has been a blessing to have it gone. Today's term for this condition is BIID and in the past simply referred to as being a 'wannabe'. I am a full-time crutch user. Like my husband, I find amputees fascinating. 'Devotee' is the frequently used term. My stories have characters that mirror my life in some manner - wanted/needed to be an amputee or want to live with an amputee. I make no apology for my descriptions of these people and there is no intent to take away from the suffering of some amputees. I love feedback on the stories, but I cannot promise to reply.

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Chapter 1 After Midnight

The beautiful blonde spoke into the microphone with a soft, sultry, voice as Frank Thompson waited patiently for his turn.

"This is Lydia Sandoval. Thank you for joining us again on After Midnight where we have adult conversations for night owls. Everyone has an image of whom we want to be with. Maybe it’s a blonde or redhead. Maybe big breasted and that leaves me out. She chuckled. You ladies know what I mean. For some it is just a place to begin; others unless those basic requirements are met wouldn’t even give it a shot."

For the next hour we will explore this. I see the phones are already beginning to light up so we will clear the board and wait for the next hour to bring you into the conversation. Just listen for now.

"My guest has a unique requirement. Frank prefers women who are amputees. I know what you are thinking. How sick is that? Why is that so very different from any other feature a person might have?"

Frank, welcome to the show tonight.

He sipped some water. Thank you for having me on. He sipped again.

Take a moment and tell us a bit about yourself before we get into tonight’s topic.

I’m thirty-five, have a PhD in Computer Science from a major university. Have been married once...unfortunately now widowed, and I have a steady income. To see me you’d think I was no different from any other man.

Lydia chuckled. He’s being modest. Ladies, he’s quite hot. She chuckled again. I’m sorry for your loss. Was she an amputee? She crossed her legs, leaving one shoe on the floor and then began slowly swinging the barefoot.

"Yes, and supportive of my interests."

Were you open about them with her?

Yes, but she knew right away. I wasn’t the first for her. Probably most women know that a man is attracted to some feature. A man walks up to two women, one slender the other chubby, and speaks with the chubby one, she understands right away that he is attracted to that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t probably have directed the conversation towards her.

Yes, I see. She nodded to the producer on the other side of the large glass window. We will break for our sponsors, and when we return we will dig deeper into this topic.

The On Air light went off, and advertisements could be heard in the background.

How am I doing? Frank said, before stretching his arms then taking a few sips of water.

Just fine. Lydia inhaled, and her cleavage opened up a little more. She uncrossed her legs and put the shoe back on. Fascinating topic. She licked her lips, nibbled the lower one suggestively. We’re about to be back on. She could see the producer counting down on his fingers.

We are back, speaking with Frank, a man with an interest in amputee women, once married to one. Frank, how did this all start? Did you ever have an interest in other women?

Probably not, at least not that I remember. Think about gay and lesbian people. They all seem to know early on that the opposite gender doesn’t have any appeal. I think that is a good analogy for how I feel.

When did you first realize this?

Probably around puberty, although I had seen a few amputees early in my life. Maybe that had something to do with this. I don’t know.

Tell us about those women.

The first I really remember was actually a man at a train station when I was probably four or five. I was curious enough to ask my father what had happened, why he was walking on crutches. He told me it was probably some war injury, and we didn’t talk more about it. I guess I thought about it more.

Were you attracted to the man or just that he was missing a leg?

I doubt it was his gender. My next amputee was a few years later. The lady who managed the apartment complex where we lived was missing her ring finger. Mike, her grandson lived with her while his parents were overseas. He and I were friends, and we would sometimes play in the store room, so I would see her hand all the time.

How did that make you feel? Did you ever talk to her about it?

I was curious. Sometimes I would fold a finger and wrap a rubber band around it to make it look like hers, but only when I was alone. No, we never talked about it. I was pretty shy. I later heard that her brother had accidentally cut it off while chopping wood on a camping trip.

Wow.

Yes...wow. Frank nervously laughed.

Who was next?

In the sixth grade one of the teachers, not mine, was missing most of the little finger. Then, my parents went through a phase where Sunday mornings they went to church, and a woman there was missing a leg, used crutches. She might have been my first major amputee, but I always have believed there was one I don’t remember. Maybe a babysitter or at a day care. So, that phase of their lives didn’t last long, but while it did I would see the woman once a week. Then in the seventh grade there was a girl missing an arm above the elbow. That made a real impression on me.

Any relatives who were amputees? She looked at the producer. First we need to break for our sponsors.

Frank dabbed at his forehead with a handkerchief then sipped more water, finishing the glass. Someone from the control room brought in another glass, and he thanked them.

Lydia adjusted her headphones, and the on air sign turned back on. Before the break, I asked whether you had any relatives who were amputee. Lydia smiled.

My Uncle Robert. Everyone called him Bobby, even as an adult. He was my mother’s older brother, just a year older. He was in the army and lived overseas so I had only seen him a few times. I was fifteen, almost sixteen, when he moved back with his new wife. We drove up to the lake where they lived. I didn’t know what to expect, and I guess my mother and father didn’t know either. He began telling the story.

"We got lost on the dirt roads, took a few wrong turns, but finally found the cabin.