Those with a tracheal tube were sent to see Gail or Judy.Judy examined each person's neck after the collar and tube was removed. She was surprised to ...ind very little inflammation underneath the collar, or where the tube entered the trachea. For those who had tracheal tubes, Gail fit a small temporary plug into the hole. Each responded to hearing their voice again with tears, even though they sounded hoarse when they spoke. It also brought tears to their escorts' eyes as they comforted them.. None of that "junk in the trunk" nonsense, her butt was noticeably curvy. Boy, did I notice.I worked up the nerve to speak to her, and before long became platonic friends. Naturally I wanted more than friendly chit-chat, but being single and not too sexually experienced at the time (horny as hell, though) I didn't want to be pushy, especially at work which could've been construed as harassment.I needn't have worried; Yvette was a strong-willed woman, not afraid of standing up for herself, but. "I snorted, "I hope you're right. In any case, welcome back, big brother." I hugged him and for a moment he hesitated but then hugged me back. I was a bit taken back by his hesitation though.I guess he noticed, because he started explaining, "I'm sorry for my reluctance to hug you, sis. It's going to take a little getting used to, I mean, I've never had a sister before."I relaxed a bit, "At least you're not hesitant to hug a freak like me."He sharply said, "Don't ever say that. You're not a. He was looking at her strangely. He always seemed so serious, so responsible, not for the first time she felt like a child, avoiding facing up to the responsibilities of adulthood. He seemed to have this effect on her, he seemed so stern, so disapproving. He was nodding slowly as he watched her, but he didn’t respond. She felt compelled to start talking again, to fill the silence. ‘And I suppose I like the identity that comes with it, it’s kind of like a shield to hide behind. And I like being.