"My chest hurts, but otherwise I feel OK I think." That's normal considering what happened. We didn't think you were going to make it for a while. You...re one lucky guy. And a hell of a fighter, too." Nurse, when was the last time his bandage was changed?" Yesterday morning." Change his bandage, then get him cleaned up a little." The doctor turned back to me. "Do you think you could eat something?" I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it." Well, let's give it a try. I'll order some soft. But when she got up and headed to the door of the room I stopped her and told her she needed to take her panties off. She protested saying it wasn’t 11:00 yet. But I explained that first of all it was likely that there wouldn’t be anyone there, second if she sat like a lady it would make no difference and third that it would help get her acclimated to the whole idea. Still she stood there long enough that I uttered the magic words, Mall Of America. A weak smile crossed her face; but she. She gave a slight frown, “you really should not wear panties with a skirt like that. You don’t want VPL.” (That's visible panty line.) Anyway, the day went well. The work was fiddly but easy enough and the partners were all very friendly and the “lads” on the shop floor were a great laugh. They flirted outrageously with Marjory and would pat her bottom as she went past and feel her stocking straps. It would all be banned now but it was all good fun at the time. Friday was payday, and in those. We sat in the living room and chit chatted for a bit with him in the recliner and Steve and I on our big sectional couch. After about a hour Steve told me to go change and I already knew what I was going to put on.I put on my mesh black outfit that my nipples stick out of and a skimpy red thong with my thigh high black boots. When I went back to the living room Steve was in the recliner and Mike was already stripped down and sitting in the middle of the couch. I nervously walked over to him and.