Hecould see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn’t been there six monthsearlier. She looked tired and drawn. Still, the old spark ofdefiance was in he... eyes, but he could see a hollow emptiness behindthat spark.All at once, she started to cry.Just as she did, there was a knock at the door. Waiting for a moment,he watched her reach into her purse and pull out a soft, lacy handkerchief. She stopped sniffing and dabbed at her tears as he went to the door.It was the conductor with her order. Taking. "Dr. Jones reappeared and looked me in the eye, "What is your decision," he asked."I agree to the therapy Doctor," I replied. We were asked to attend his office the following week.As the week went by I could not imagine what the therapy could possibly be. The big day arrived, and we were off to see Dr. Jones. Jaq had made an effort to look her best, and she looked amazing. She wore a short dress, very revealing, long boots and very little else apart from a little pair of black lacy panties.We. “Have you done a lot of singing?” Gareth asked her.“Not since school and that was pretty basic hymn singing.”“But you’re enjoying this?”“You bet.”“Good! See you both next week.”He moved off.“He seems a pleasant guy,” said Grace.“Yeah,” replied Terry carelessly.Grace homed in on that instantly. “You don’t think so.”“No but I wouldn’t trust him further than I could throw him.”“Wow! How well do you know him?”“Hardly at all but when we walked in together this evening he was full of interest.”“Oh!. Mary Lou came over and closely inspected the total bra and boobcombination."Jim, or Wendy, I like what I see. And I think you do too. Now you havevery little to worry about with these prosthetics. You can shower, swim,run and jump, sleep, whatever you want to do. You will have to watch theneed for foundation over the edges of the prosthetic if you ever havethem totally exposed, but underneath your usual lingerie and clothing,you may not want to even worry about that. Unless you want to.