After we moisturized each other Patricia and I dressed each other. It was ohso wonderful to be dressed in soft feminine lingerie. Satin bra and pantie...,garter belt and seamless nylons, satin slip with a four inch lace trim ontop and bottom. I wore a red velvet mid length dress and white calf lengthboots.We sat side by side at the vanity and did our makeup. Patricia complimentedme when I did a good job with my make-up. I felt so proud to do my makeupmyself.We had a quick breakfast of cereal and. I was breathing shallow and I’m sure she noted that anxiety.[After the tattoo was done she bent over, kissed me, massaged and told me that her daughters were on the way down to see me... “you are such a gentle cutey big penis boy -- they are going to love you]She motioned for me to sit on the table next to me. It was like a massage table, padded, and I sat down kind of sideways. She put her hands on my chest and gently pushed me back to lay down and she reached to raise my legs, put my feet up. C. would feel if they had to go into a hot Landing Zone. It would never happen because those selfish pricks don’t care about anyone but themselves. Hell, they’ve repeatedly shown us that we can’t count on them for a fucking thing. Anyway, now that I’ve had my rant…lol…back to the story. The reason that I had PTSD was because that, a couple of months before I got out of the Navy, I saw my entire team blown to hell and back right before my eyes…and there was nothing, I mean nothing I could do. Around nine-thirty the next day I set of the three or four miles to town to pick Grandma up from the station. As the train pulled out I saw her standing on the platform, 5' 1" of very sexy older lady. I could see where mom got her looks from."Hi grandma", I shouted as I approached her and kissed on politely on the cheek.We made our way to the lot and climbed in the car having put Granma's single bag in the trunk."Its really good to see you again Grandma", I said."Its good to see you too", she.