She smiled nervously. She was wearing a red sweater with matching skirt. She reached for the bottom of her sweater and quickly pulled it over her head... Her bra was red and her breasts were straining against the material. It was a modest bra and it enclosed her breasts entirely. I think Sharon’s breasts were bigger, but not by much. Linda sat down. She looked at me and when she saw me staring at her breasts, she stuck her tongue out at me.Linda commanded, “Next spinner.”I lost my pants next. You. I asked a nurse to write everything down for me as I told her I wasn't good remembering instructions.She smiled, "Doctor Feeny, most men aren't good at remembering instructions so they are all down in writing and with one of the other women."Mom and Dad were in nirvana. Their youngest now had two sons to show off so they were in hog heaven with the realization of being grandparents to two more critters.We were back on the patio when Steve hollered, "Okay, everyone. Cindy, Mr. and Mrs. Feeny,. They were both a contrast to my teenaged buddies Tiffany and my little sister Princess.I guess that Doctor Proud bottom wanted us all to herself because we were the only patients in the waiting room. I think Tiffany was a little nervous and that was unusual for her because she was always ready and willing to try anything at least once.Doctor Angela Proud bottom was in her uniform with the white sculptured pantyhose and six inch white heels that made her legs look scrumptious. I could tell. The problemthat Dane almost immediately had with it was he could instantly tell it wasonly part joke.Dane dropped his unsheathed sword on his foot, the blade cut deep and hecried out in pain. It got peoples attention instantly. The cut was bad andhe would not being going out with Duke's army. Some looked at him like theywould a coward and others that suspected what he had overheard looked atthe floor to hide their own guilt from those that might might see throughthem. Dane of Normandy would not.