I had been working there about a month when things changed for the better. I was changing the sheets and blankets on a bed for a knee-surgery patient ...amed Robert. He was sixty-four years old and sat behind me in a chair in his hospital gown. I knew that he was getting a good view with my ass almost in his face.I was just about finished with his bed when I felt his hands on my ass. I pondered for a few moments whether to scold him in a nice way to make him stop, or in some way encourage his. My chest feltvery sore. I noted that the underwear I'd been wearing a few days hadnow gone and were replaced by the pink silk night gown. However, thisnow felt extremely tight around my chest and ass.Catherine helped my up and I realised that I had a bit of extraweight around my chest ? Christ I had tits. Not very big ones butwith the low cut of the night-gown I could see the curves."I bet you're quiet happy with those," joked Catherine when she sawwhat I was looking at. "Don't worry we'll make. ‘I know that some of ye’s don’t really believe what we’re telling ye’s, that it’s all a fanciful tale. I’ve decided ye need some proof and let ye’s see fer yerselves, that it’s all true. The first thing I want tae show ye’s, is this.’ Stuart told them and unlocked the box. Everyone came around the table to him and strained to get a good look. When Stuart felt they were ready, he opened the box and heard the gasps of surprise fill the room. He held the box up and showed the two inch, rounded. You never said anything about living with her. How she started seeing black men, that you actually set her up, and encouraged her..." Wait a minute. That's just her version. I didn't set her up or anything. That was just something she did," I explained."Really? You didn't encourage her to see other men. To have sex with Marc your neighbor. None of that?" she asked."No," I shot back. "Look, I'm happy ya'll met but I moved on. Can we? I simply don't want to go there," I said looking straight at.