I could not preventmyself from a long look in the mirror, touching the satin and admiringand enjoying it.I decided to wear the second black skirt toda...y. Yes, my decision, to weara skirt all day. This one was not a pencil skirt, but I learned fromMiss Cummings that is was a hobble skirt. Ok, it was a little bit toshort, but I could not resist the beauty of this skirt.Stepping into the waistband, the feeling of the lining and than theclosing of the button and the zipper, at the back of course,. I put myhands on her waist and push up, relieving the strain on her arms. She opens hereyes and groans. Jeremy slices through the ropes. She falls forward against me,her useless arms flopping across my shoulders. We carry her into the bathroom and sit her on the lid of thecommode. Dawn goes to the kitchen and returns with Gatorade. She has to feed itto Mona slowly since she can't hold a glass. I wash off her foot.? It seems to be a shallow abrasion. I spreadantibiotic salve, bandage it. Mona. About amonth after I'd been released, I was called and asked tocome in for what they hoped would be a final checkup. Bythis time I'd screwed up the courage to look at what wasleft of my manhood and in spite of there still being quitea lot of bruising, all in all I looked fairly reasonabledown there. One sac was empty of course, that being my leftone but the right still looked okay even though it wasn'tconnected any more. But it was what little was left of myonce proud 8" dick that really hurt. " I didn't wait for an answer because you would have tried to stammer some excuse. I knew you really wanted to come, but you would talk yourself out of it, if I allowed you. So I didn't." I stepped very close to her. She didn't move back, her eyes wide with uncertainty, but also with a touch of excitement. An excitement that I saw grew stronger with each passing moment.I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. My hands ran down her back, hiking her skirt up around her waist. She was wearing.