" I shook my head at him, sharing his tears as well. "Ace," I whispered, in a surprisingly eerie tone. "It's over now. It was not your fault. How ...ould you have known that you would've lost consciousness at the wheel?" At that moment, Carla strolled back in with our charts. She saw our tears, which added to the rather puzzled look on her face. Behind her came a male nurse who was wheeling in another dinner plate full of food for Ace, I assumed. "If I could move your heart monitors,". The tight crotch of Kelly's shorts had pulled between her sex lips, separating and defining them as if she had nothing on."It's a cameltoe," Kelly said with a laugh.Stephanie found her voice and said, "Cameltoe... what's a cameltoe?" It's when a woman's panties or shorts are so tight that they pull up between their sex lips. It happens mostly when a woman doesn't have pubic hair."Stephanie couldn't help stare at the exposure of Kelly's sex. "How did it get the name "cameltoe?" she asked,. She pushed it out of her mind. Who could be watching them on the second story, in a bathroom? She washed Mike’s hand, finding only a few scratches on his arm from pulling it out of the hole, along with the bloodied knuckles; but the knuckles were opened up pretty badly. Zoë looked at the cut and didn’t find anything to worry about. The skin was split, sure, but it would heal quickly. “You look alright, but you should shower so that I can wrap that hand up. It’ll help it to heal.” He still. I shook my head in this realization,and watched my long raven tresses sway back and forth around my beautiful face. I've been turned into a real, live Lois Lane!My dreams have come true; somehow, I've been turned from someone thatwrites stories about his favorite fetish into the very object of thatfetish, who can now write even more professionally. As I turned awayfrom admiring my new image, I saw what I should have noticed when walking to the mirror. Everything in my room now looked.