They saw me, looking like I’d been in an accident, bleeding, my pants soaked in urine, Mrs Saxon sat me on the porch, while her husband retreated in...o the house. My father came roaring out a moment later, cursing, screaming, he caught a glimpse of me next door, and charged toward the house. Mrs Saxon held me to her matronly bosom. My father screamed, ‘I’m gonna kill you, you little…’ Click Mr Saxon had re-emerged from the house, brandishing a shotgun. ‘Touch him,’ he said quietly, ‘and I’ll. She takes me to the examination room and closes the door. She flirts with me mercilessly as she takes my vitals again. She caresses my arm as she takes my blood pressure. ‘Your blood pressure is pretty high. Are you worked up about something?’ She frowns a bit at me then winks and marks something on my report. ‘Yeah. How could it not with you around.’ I feebly try to flirt back with her. She smiles at me again and I’m losing any kind of willpower I might have had. Soon, though, she’s done and. “You are worse than a boy about playing with yourself. Squirting isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, Ruby. Not like you can do a thing about it anyway. It is genetic.”The doctor got them back on track. Heather installed the replacement right leg, and Ruby did the left.Ruby was blushing the whole time. She made the boy fire off three times before getting that prosthetic locked into the socket correctly.I went over to her with a clean cloth, pushed it between her legs, and pressed hard. In the days that followed, she reached out to him, saying hi and commenting on his social media. Small things. We gradually noticed he began putting likes and hearts on her pics as she posted herself with her face made up. That led to them DM-ing occasionally, gradually getting to know more about each other, talking as new friends but nothing out of line.. Of course, I got to read every word. It was very exciting for me too, knowing what could possibly happen, and I decided to ask my friend.