While we talked on the phone often, because of family stuff on both sides I didn't have a chance to meet with Elle for over three weeks after our, "date" at the doctor's office and the strip club.
I knew that she was healing, no complications at all with swelling or with the incisions. When she reported these facts to the doctor, he reluctantly released her to drive and go back to work, stressing to the administration that she do, "No lifting of any kind. Also, if possible, have an assistant assigned to her classroom," to lessen any possibility that she might need help, "..., in case of an emergency."
She had to plead with Leo, the principal, to let her come back early and have Mrs. Harrington, the teacher in the next classroom, swear that they'd leave the door between the room open at all times, so they didn't need to assign a teaching assistant to her classroom.
She'd been back to work for a week and her mood was good, still positive about her growing relationship with her daughter and even sensing a thaw in the way her husband was treating her since the breast augmentation procedure.
But, things hadn't gotten to the point where he would go out of his way to help her, beyond what she'd consider to be his normal MO. Kim had assumed those responsibilities to the extent of her abilities.
With her next appointment with the plastic surgeon looming, she once again asked that I accompany her.
"But you're driving now," I protested, "you don't need me."
"What if he gives me bad news?" she replied.
With all of the good news I'd been hearing from her, that didn't seem like it was probable..., but it was possible. "What time is your appointment?"
She'd made it for 9:00 AM this time, so we met early and I took her to the same restaurant for breakfast. Straight from there to the doctors office where I agreed to accompany her into the examination room. We waited a couple of minutes for him, he and his nurse not surprised to find me with her.
"I see you've found some courage," the nurse wisecracked, the doctor giving me a knowing smile. "Well let's see how well you've been taking care of yourself," he said to Elle, the nurse helping her to remove her tee shirt and sports bra.
"Holy shit!" was my reaction to seeing the, "new," tits for the first time.
While that drew a big smile from Elle and the nurse, the doctor was much more restrained in his reaction, his interest seemingly more mechanical than esthetic. He actually had what looked like a ruler and a level combined into one tool, which he was using to see if her nipples aligned! Then he lifted each breast to check on the incision scar and only after holding each one in his hand, examining them with a three hundred and sixty degree inspection, did he finally smile and declare, "Perfect!"
He then took out the, "Before," pictures and showed us how her left breast had actually been somewhat smaller than her right, the nipple pointing off slightly to the left.
Then, holding up two pieces of white cardboard with cup shaped cut-outs in the middle of the top and middle bottom of the pieces, he put them together around her breasts, showing us that each was the same size and the nipples both pointed straight ahead.
"A true artist," I declared, reaching out to shake his hand.
She made another appointment, this time twelve weeks in the future, "..., unless something unusual happens." When she asked about exercise and, "other," extracurricular activities, he proceeded to tell her that she'd need to start with, "light workouts for a couple of weeks, increasing to moderate over the next month," before, "..., pretty much doing whatever level you want to work towards," after that."
As I grinned and shook my head, his nurse said, "Doctor, I think the, "other," extracurricular activity she was referring to was sex."
"Oh..., okay..., well, use good judgment there too. If you follow my instructions, when I see you in three months," he predicted, "..., we will see that everything looks as if you've done nothing more that work your way into a firmer chest and that you'd always had this cup size."
"Deal," Elle proclaimed.
She left the sports bra off when she got dressed, a reaction that the nurse called, "..., not unusual," before we thanked everyone again and departed.
"Wow!" was all I could say as we walked out of the office building into the sunshine of a mild early April day. That was followed by, "NOT HERE!" in reaction to her reaching for her blouse buttons and announcing, "I want to take off my shirt and walk around the city topless for the rest of the day!" while we were still twenty feet from my car.
Trouble was..., I WANTED to watch her walking around the city topless for the rest of the day!
So we went to 2Hot in hopes that we'd find a man that Elle could expose herself in front of. Not only was she disappointed to find that was not the case, but even worse, Kat wasn't there either.
Since it was barely 10:00 AM, I got her into the car and drove downtown to, "Seductive Nights," where I knew Hue would be working and we'd have a shot at a man shopping with his girlfriend or wife. If all else failed, it might be the day where Elle would finally show enough courage to run the gauntlet of construction workers at the hotel site down the street.
When we got there I knew our luck had changed.
The was an empty metered parking space directly across the street from the store, that had almost 40 minutes left on the clock and I could see Hue standing in the window looking out onto the street and she saw us as soon as we got out of the car.
I don't know who was more excited, she or Elle!
Hugs all around, the manager and other two clerks just as happy to see us since they all knew by now that I would buy some things and that Elle would be exposing herself to anyone and everyone who came through the door!
Unfortunately, at that moment, we were the only two customers who'd come through the door.
Hue ordered Elle to the dressing room before we'd had a chance to look at anything. "I've been shopping for you for month," she called out from the stockroom, "you no come to store. We think we do something bad."
Elle was bouncing around like a six year old, anxious to get Hue into the dressing room so she could show the girl her new tits. When she did reappear, carrying two arms full of merchandise, Elle practically pulled her into the dressing room, Hue's, "Oh my God!" uttered (;-) loudly enough to be heard all over the store.
Lots of giggling, lots of, "Oh baby..., they look so good..., boys will be drooling on theyselves to peep at you!" To which Elle replied, "And in another three months they'll look even better!"
They'd started to go through the items that Hue had set aside, all of which Elle wanted to model, some of which Hue dismissed as, "No sexy enough for you now you have such big nice chest...!"
More giggles and I watched through the slightly opened curtain as Elle started to get undressed.
Then I heard the door open and the manager, who was putting new merchandise on clothes hangers say, "Hey..., good morning April..., you're up early this morning."
"Hi Helen," a girl answered, walking into view, "I'm not up early because I haven't gone to bed yet. I was coming home from work and my mother called me. She asked me to drive to the hospital and wait for Bobby Orr here," pointing to teenage boy who'd walked in with her. He was sporting a bandage over his right eye, the surrounding area already displaying the look of what would become a, "World Class," shiner. "She had to get ready for work and his coach had called to tell her my little brother Billy here," pointing a thumb at the kid, "was going to be in the Emergency room for a while so.... It took forever for them to get done with him so I figured I'd stop in on my way home and pick up my dress."
"It's in the back," Helen told her, "I'll get it for you right now."
I wandered over towards them, the girl looking very cute from a distance, my natural inclination to see just how cute!
That was when the kid spotted me, giving me an odd look, which I defused with a question, "High stick or cross check?"
