"Oh, wait right here and I'll measure."Bridget stood demurely while Rick measured her feet."You're a 7— narrow!" he announced proudly. "Would you li...e to try these on?"Rick scrambled to his feet and raced into the stock room the second Bridget said yes. After a few minutes he came out with four boxes."We didn't have the brown ones in your size, so I brought out a 7 regular, plus a similar style in a 7— narrow," he beamed. He brought over the footrest, sat down on the end and took out the first. Gratefully she finds that the warm water soothes a bit. So the night is spent thinking furiously and draining then filling the tub without getting out of it.However, when the sun rises while the pain has subsided no viable decisions have been made. While dreading the coming days and weeks ahead there doesn't seem to be any resolution to this problem other than self destruction. It takes three days before she can walk somewhat normally and thankfully the sadist doesn't write.Then the phone rings. . but what an exhilaration I felt. I literally could not sit still with excitement. I left my chair and strolled across the lawn and along a nature trail that led into the trees and up a small hill. My breasts swung with each step and rather than the discomfort I had felt at being bra-less in the past, this movement was pleasant. My breasts were just another part of me in motion, they were free, just like my arms and legs and neck. I wandered along the trail, hearing birds and insects, spotting. I picked up my phone and sent messages encouraging my guys to visit and find relief.No one was able to find an excuse to leave their wives or families at home. I would have to just ‘suck it up’ as it were. By the afternoon of the fifth day alone I had a meticulously ordered my apartment and was cooking meals that I had never attempted before. I was even being relatively more social in isolation than I normally was. Everything was fine. I didn’t mind my own company and there was plenty to watch.