Diana was looking the knockout as well, her long hair brushed it was shiny and black, the tips swaying gently above her curvy ass which was barely cov...red in a black leather skirt. Her top was a silky dark red kimono type thing, with an oval opening from the buttoned collar to just between her breasts where more buttons traveled down her front. She looked like a sexy Asian hooker and the girls were easily admitted into the back entrance to try out for amateur night. Diana went right before. Not a soul was around, it seemed as if even the maintenance guys had the day off. She immediately jumped in the water, swam a couple of laps, took a spot on a chaise, and cracked open her book. After about an hour, there was a sign of life. A young girl, maybe eighteen, came through the gate smiling, seeming almost giddy for some reason."Howdy! Boy, is it good to see a live human! I've been here almost a week and haven’t seen a soul except for a few geckos!"She gracefully dove into the pool,. By now Junior’s hand had reached the top of my skirt above my pussy, my heart skipped a beat as I felt his fingers run down the lace of my stocking tops, he knew what he wanted and I was powerless to stop him.The skin around the top of my leg tingled with his touch, here I was on holiday allowing a total stranger to touch me up, my emotions fired all over the place, a touch of guilt that Alan was near-by, the electric sensation of allowing a stranger play with me my heart was in my mouth and I. Moving from the crutches to the cane had been more mental than physical. I felt that the cane make me more mobile, so the cane in fact did make me more mobile. I was sure that there was no real physical improvement.After the bath, I dried myself carefully, then sat on the toilet to replace the dressing. I used a generous amount of Triple Antibiotic Cream on the wound. The site of the incision was still red, but not inflamed looking. That part of my calf muscle was not rounded like the other.