..wow. The supplies are in the laundry room – down the hall and to the right,” I explained with a scowl. “You have a diagnosis of OCD, Obsessive...Compulsive Disorder, don’t you?” What the hell? My Zoloft isn’t in the guest bathroom. Where’s he getting his information? “Who are you, and where did that question come from?” “Answer my question first. OCD, right?” “Yes, but...” “Let’s just say that I have experience with the disorder. Allow me restore your all white bathroom back to its former state. Of course we began with our normal ritual of shaving and applying makeup. The costume I picked out was a lingerie model and wore a Extravagantly embellished one piece teddy. Honestly it seemed kind of slutty even for me as it had only enough to cover my nipples and goes down into a thong that looks simply like a band that goes from my belly button to between my legs. Then up to a lace band that went just above my hips and all the way around and back to the front again. One last lace band went. "We've been getting to know each other." MaryAnn's arms slid around the blonde and cupped her breasts. Fingers flicked lightly at already hardened nipples."Have you now?" inquired Sally with a grin. "And what did you all decide about each other?" That we like each other, and that you are a naughty little girl sometimes who needs to be put in her place," Martha smiled as she rubbed her bottom back against the woman behind her. From the smiles that rubbing was definitely producing some. ? That brought laughs and smiles from everyone. Jessica said, ?Helen and I went to pay your hotel and medical bills, they're at zero balance. Where did you kids get the money?? ?We didn't, mom; there aren't any bills, for now at least.? Cindy said ?We are celebrities!? She brought them up to date on everything (except the lovemaking) that happened in the hotel, prior to my surgery. I continued by adding, ?I am a test subject, my surgery, follow-up. A research grant pays everything. I will.