Stan's voice was as soothing and as stern at the same time as he could possibly make it. A little the way it had been when he'd talked to Helen on the...phone a few hours before."Dr. Randolph! Your wife is right here. I won't say that she's fine or even all right, but she's here." Oh, God! Thank God!" Randolph burst into tears of relief.Stan put the call onto the speaker attachment which transmitted the conversation into the room. Helen looked up from the sofa on which she'd been lying as her. She was a little taken back when they told her that it would include aprocedure that would give him temporary breasts but they would only lasta week before starting to go down over the course of a month. They alsosaid that they would 'tuck' him in a very convincing way, but that wouldjust need unsticking afterwards. They rattled off the various things theywould do but she explained that he was going to be free for several weeksbefore he needed to be back more or less as he was. With that. I suspected that on some days, she ditched the Bra once she got home. The way they pointed straight out, it made little difference whether she did, or didn't. More and more, I zeroed in on her. I had this stirring in my shorts practically every time I copped an extended view. Yet as I remember, we had only mouthed a couple of hello/goodbyes since school started, and some quick waves and nods on the campus. A part of me said "she's slipping away" ... then a bigger part of me said "from WHAT,. ‘It’ll be interesting to see what Robert thinks.’ ‘SUZANNE! PLEASE, NO!’ begged Amy. ‘Please don’t tell him! I’ve been punished enough!’ ‘Not by us you haven’t. You stay right there, as you are. I’m taking you to Robert’s place as soon as it’s light outside. I want to watch you explain this to him.’ Amy could not have been more miserable. Obviously there would be no sleep for her any time soon. She was terribly afraid that Robert might strap her over her welts. She dreaded having to face his.