" Tough as nails, that's Lana. Has she seen it, yet?"She raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?" You know," I said. I didn't want to say it out loud.Finally..., Dr. Grant got it. "Oh. No, it's in incubation right now,undergoing nerve regeneration. They say it'll be at least five moredays before they can even consider starting her surgery. But if you dothe math," she added cheerfully, "that will sync your recover timescloser. Which is a good thing." The doctor says my bandages come off in two days. So I. "OK. That's it. You are starting to drip on my pantyhose. Do you want more dressing up?" Yes" I whisper. "Oh, yes, I want more."She smiles at me wickedly. "How about a bra and some high heels? Maybe my wig and some makeup? Is that what you want? Like the men in the magazines? Do you want to be like the men in the magazines? Tell me, what do you want to do now." Yes. Yes, that is what I want. To be dressed." I reply taking another long drink of vodka. "Jodi, I want to see myself in a garter. Back at home the next day everything felt truly back to normal. It was as though the annual trip to Grandpa's had given my brain enough strength to officially wipe out all the terrible memories it held. I even wore another pretty outfit, too: a mid-thigh length light-green skirt with a matching strapless top. It had the potential to look sexy but had more of a "modern teenage girl" aura to it, something stylish and fitting.In the early afternoon my brothers went out to see some new comic book. “Stacey's a little vixen herself, I think our little secret here will be safe with her. Right doll?” Stacey nodded, trying to look as chill as possible.One of the men cleared his throat, saying, “H... I’m not so sure about that. Quite frankly, Natasha scares the shit out of me, and we both have wives. We need insurance. I think you know what I mean, just like last time.”“Ok, ok, just…” Alex appeared nervous. “Stacey, hop up, let me take a look at your ankle. I assume you're here to.