" Where is she?" On the other side of that curtain." CINNNNDY!" I croaked as loud as I could."You settle down, now, Mister Richards!"I settled down. A...ter I heard a sweet voice say, "I'm okay, baby!"Some undetermined amount of time later I was unceremoniously wheeled over to the curtain and one of the nurses slid it back. Cindy was sitting on the edge of the table, one of those horrible hospital gowns on her, except for her left shoulder, which was a mass of bandages. A bulge under the gown on. Chad counted himself as lucky because she hadn't noticed his fingernails.He also considered himself lucky when Cassie came up front and he onlyhad to curtsey and greet her. She didn't ask to see the big bow. Butthen, she was going to see it all in a few minutes anyway. He followedher back through the gym of exercising women, back to the little roomwhere she changed him every day.Since Cassie didn't ask about the bow when they got to the room, andbecause he knew she'd see it in a moment. Her girlish style of dress did not even try to conceal her voluptuous shape. Miss Ward was buxom by nature, but with a rather slim waist, due in part, no doubt, to a disciplined female fitness program that all companies demanded of their older females. Her long shapely legs flowed into full hips, which swayed most enticingly as she trod towards her on six inch stiletto’s.She slid gracefully into the booth opposite Brenda, putting her legs and feet together at a slight angle and straightening. God, she sounded like a teenager. She was a teenager, which was hard to fathom. He'd been there from age 3 to 8, years that offered little hint as to young adulthood. "No, I just called because -- is this an okay time? I actually thought I'd get your voicemail..."She didn't want to talk to him, he realized. This was awkward and weird for her. Well, of course it was. "I had the day off," he said. "It's all right, Cain, what's up, what do you need?" That was such a parental thing, he realized,.