The first time I got to her front door where i bottled it eventually I got the courage and took my first tentative steps outside wearing a knee length... dress stockings and boots with a jacket full makeup and a dark shoulder length wig. Walking down the street everyone who I passed I was sure they were going to say something but not one negative comment to be honest no one batted an eye lid a few people did take a second look but just carried on. Katrina was giving words of encouragement and I. She was hot, horny and ready to play. She closed her eyes and began to tease herself with the large toy buzzing it on her nipples.Outside the house, Bobby Lee watched and waited. He set out when it was nice and dark then walked the two miles to Lydia Mae's house. He sat behind the oak tree and watched until the lights went off in the living room before making his move. It was early, he thought. Only around nine o'clock in the evening. Probably not much to do than sleep anyway. She must. Stacey realised it must be in the high eighties out side and wondered why he would wear such a thing. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness. The Boss man knew the routine; he'd have to explain, as the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights looking dumb."Have a seat young lady," the Boss said in a deep drawl. "Did you know your husband had a gambling problem?"Stacey. Splint. Sling. Out!Machete wound? Sew it up and bandage it. Out!We didn't even have time for analgesics - we knew we'd need all the pain medication we had and more when the really bad stuff arrived. Not that the patients appreciated that. It was obvious that some of these wounds were either self inflicted or else someone else taking out a grudge. Still - they couldn't hang around here with the potential life threatening injuries that would be heading our way sooner than we would like. Bernhardt.