She was nearly flat chested and the deep blue dress she wore was fastened with a single clasp at her neck and the back was completely bare to the top ...f her tight ass. You could almost see ass cleavage. Her skin was a light brown, and she looked almost latina from here. She was wearing strappy “Fuck me” heels and was dancing with a couple of her girlfriends who were also beautiful but in a less exotic way. I called Stan over.“That one. The one in the backless blue dress with the black hair.. . hurt?" she asked, cautiously. "No, not anymore. Actually it didn't hurt that much at all. Well except for when I started getting fitted for the leg, that was a little tough walking on the stump, still being a bit tender. But it only lasted a little bit. Now I only have an occasional phantom pain once in a while," I told her. "Phantom pain?" she asked. "Yeah, a phantom pain is a feeling that your leg itches or something... as if it's still there" I said, "Of course it isn't and it's all. I was feeling tired again, so I headed back to my bedroom, dug some earbuds out of the nightstand, and started the player. I drifted between wakefulness and sleep as it murmured its secrets through my ears.It was a little before 1 when the shrill ring of my phone jolted me out of my reverie. I rolled over and groped for the phone on my nightstand, eventually grabbing it on the last ring."Hello?" Eric? Did I wake you?" It was Stephanie Konrad, a friend from my first time at college, a fellow. “The exam. I bombed and...”“You didn’t bomb it, Margery.” I interrupted “But I’ll admit, you could’ve done much better.”“That’s just it,” she said as she rocked while adjusting those legs and calves. She looked a little flustered. “I’m counting on this class to help with my college transcripts. My parents will kill me if I don’t ace this class. They’re always pushing me to do well, and I just can’t let this class slip.”“Well Margery, I am happy to help how I can. And like I said, you didn’t do.