"Good morning, I see you are all dress up with no place to go." I said referring to her scrub suit and hat. It struck me as hilarious though I know no... that it made no sense."Well it's good to see you cheerful. They are going to roll you into the surgery and we are going to do this thing," she said."Cool beans, if I'm good do I get a balloon after?" I asked."No, but I hear you should get a medal for putting the PA in his place yesterday. So I'll do what I can to get you as much use as possible. She slipped off her heels and went to the drawer and took out a pair ofstocking still in their wrapping. She lifted her dress and unhooked herladdered hose from the garters and took them off and rolled up one of thefresh stockings and slid it up her leg, clipping it to the garter andthen she did the same with the other. She smoothed the silky hosiery andremoved any wrinkles and straightened the seams, staining in front of themirror to get it right.Bill burst through the door looking quite. They were in no way the kind of shorts one would wear around anyone other than boyfriend of very, very close friends. Perfect for the job!I kept my top on, which was just a basic white tank, obviously without a bra underneath. I put on my thigh-high socks, and grabbed one last detail out of that same drawer: my large-ish, bright pink rubber boyfriend, which I hadn't used in quite some time. I placed it in plain sight, right on the TV table, and walked to the door.Xander was sitting on the. "What the hell?" screamed the thief, as he plunged his handdown into the front of his pants. He gasped in horror as his felta flatness, broken only by a low pubic mound. His fingers founda moisten slit that marked the entrance to a vagina. The thiefinserted one finger into the slit just to make sure that he wasn'timagining things. The singularly unique sensation of being penetrated toldhim all that he needed to know. The thief grabbed Scheherazade violently and shook her."WHAT THE.