All that I needed were a few stitches in my forehead. They kept me at the hospital two days for observation. The second day I was there I asked a nurs... to get me a package of dried fruit. I walked over to see how the Viet Cong was doing. His doctor told me that he would recover, “except for a few picturesque scars to show the folks back home.” I gave him the package of dried fruit. He took it with the hand that was not bandaged. Understanding what I was doing, he relaxed and said,. "So then, tell me about your problems, Kathy," the older man said in a fake but convincingly paternal tone of voice as he settled his husky frame back into the softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant few inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Henry that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes of. I began trembling with nervousness and anticipation.Frank sat up and set the camera aside. He smiled at me. "Are you ready?" I nodded excitedly.He fiddled with the camera so he would be ready for us. He had me step aside and he moved a portable bed on wheels into place. I thought to myself, "Here is where that boy is going to fuck me." Butterflies erupted in my belly.Frank had me dress for the part. A lacy black half bra that lifted my breasts but left my nipples bare. A matching garter belt. Saturday night Jerry seemed to be full of question which I wouldn't answer, or even give a hint upon who was coming. When the door bell rang Jerry opened the door and was shocked at first, then was happy to see our old friend. Over dinner we did a lot of catching up, and Roger said that he was just to busy to date and that by taking tonight off he would be working the whole day Sunday just to catch up. Jerry was full of questions, and then asked if he shot nudes, Roger said that he had, but it.