I asked her how did it feel and she just said that it hurt but didnt say anything else. i stood up and she looked at my dick again and saw that it wa... about an inch limp. i told her "you see, it is tinny" she just giggled. i got dress and left her room and went over to my gf room. she asked how it went and i told her good. she asked if she cried and i told her that it looked like she wanted to, but that she didnt. she asked if she had bleed and i told her no. i was smiling and julie asked. After about an hour, Gracie excused herself to go to the bathroom. She had been gone about ten minutes when she called out to me from down the hallway, “Can you come back here? I want to show you something.” I got up and made my way down the hall until I reached Gracie’s bedroom. I stopped at the bedroom doorway and saw that Gracie had lit several candles and turned down the bed covers. She was laying on top of the bed, completely naked. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “I. He says it looks ugly.’ ‘What? Your Hickman?’ ‘Yes. He told me it makes me look like a cyborg.’ ‘Well, let me tell you,’ I said, finishing my blood draw and hooking her back up to the chemo, ‘I don’t know how many Hickman’s your husband has seen in his days, but I’ve seen hundreds and I have to admit, yours is awfully cute. Have you named it yet?’ ‘The catheter?’ ‘Sure. It’s yours now. Kind of like a dog that follows you home. You have to call it something.’ She looked down to her Hickman then. I thought she was attractive, in a rather conservative way. She was as tall as I was but very slender and wore a plain, blue, knee-length, half-sleeved dress and black flats. She had wonderfully long, shiny light brown hair that appeared to be tortured into a tightly curled Princess Lea type Danish bun on the back of her head. I thought that while not too flattering, it was perhaps practical.The nametag on the front of her dress said, Jeanie.Jeanie was attentive and very obliging. She fetched,.