In a few minutes, I am wheeled into an operating room, where Dr. Gupta uses a little rotary saw to slice off a couple of centimetres of the cast from ...y finger. I'm taken back to my room. I ask for my phone and I am left alone.I think about using my finger on my clit, but pressing hurts too much, so I exclaim, "Fuck!" in exasperation.I consider calling Mum, but the last conversation with my parents a few months ago was close to "Never darken our door again." Their inability to accept who I am. I acted as his trophy wife holding large parties andgatherings. I was the model hostess and he seemed to enjoy showing meoff to everyone.One day Drusus took me along to inspect his stable of pony girls. Whilethere he became amorous and suggested we have sex in one of the emptystalls. I was happy to oblige. It was becoming rare for him to beintimate and I feared he was tiring of me. I would do anything to keephim happy for divorce put me in a perilous position. He stood andwatched me as I. But that day my imagination was churning with possibilities and I started taking more and more to her just to be around her.During one trip I had to explain exactly what I wanted done. I bent over her bench and was rewarded with an excellent down-blouse view. The button just above her bra had let go and she, it seemed, was unaware. The tight blouse had gapped wide open. Her nipples were very prominent through the fabric, too. Geez, I got hard as I explained what I wanted her to do (job related,. The thing is that I had always loved my Nan. Every time I would talk to her on the phone or in person, it always so natural to hug and say that we loved each other. We never said goodbye unless ‘I love you’ was uttered by both parties. I didn’t know at the time what all this really meant, but as I grew older I realized that I really did love my Nan. Not just in the usual sense either. There was something a lot deeper going on between us, but I hadn’t worked it out yet. Let me tell you.