Roxanne leaned against the wall at the mall, crutches stacked next to her. The short tight dress hid little about her body other than how long the remains of her left thigh might be. She brushed a few errant hairs from her forehead after failing to blow them back in place. Her tongue dragged slowly across the pale red lipstick. One of her favorite sports was people watching. She could have been in the major leagues if there had been such a thing. There must be several hundred an hour she guessed to herself. It wasn't even Christmas shopping season. It was only mid-Spring. She giggled for no reason then licked her lip again.

"What happened?" a voice asked.

It was a question she heard in many forms a few times an hour when out, especially at the mall. She glanced at the woman, slightly older than she was, with both sleeves of her sky-blue knee-length dress lying empty along her side. She was attractive with her straight auburn hair cropped stylishly short just covering her ears and lips covered with dark red lipstick.

"Did you go to 'that thing' at the hospital?" she asked before Roxanne had a chance to reply.

A tall slim man with short silver hair and a weathered face appeared behind her. "Did she do 'that thing' at the hospital?" he asked, looking at Roxanne over the woman's shoulder as he touched her waist. "Doris just loves herself these days." He smoothed an empty sleeve with his hand. The entire arm was gone with the whole shoulder still intact. A slight bulge remained as the shoulder curved around to where the armpit was.

"How long ago?" Roxanne asked.

"A year. We loved it here so much, we moved. Found a place in a new development. Good golly, there are so many amputees. People like him look quite queer." She tossed her head towards the man.

"So, did you have both arms done at the same time?"

"Married for five years ... meet online 'cause of my 'need'." She laughed and he pecked at the back of her neck. His hands lovingly held her waist.

"Friend of a friend told us about this place. It's been a godsend for Doris, for me too." He kissed her again. "Frank is my name." His hand flipped a small wave then rested again on her waist.

"Roxanne," she said, and then extended her hand towards Doris. She gasped. "Sorry darling. Some habits die hard." The three laughed for a moment.

"Say, we're heading to the Steak and Ale to meet some friends ... like minded friends. We'd love to have you join us."

"Sure. I was just holding this wall up." They laughed again and Roxanne put her crutches under her arms.

The Steak and Ale was a cheap and dark combination bar and restaurant at the far end of the mall. Two other couples waited near the entrance. It was clear they were waiting for Doris and Frank since the women were missing both arms. The taller woman introduced herself as Phyllis and her husband as Dave. He rested a hand on the small of her back and nodded with a slim smile. She looked as if she had been beautiful in the past, but had put on a few pounds - far from being fat, but no longer slim or trim. Her dress fit loosely with more than a hint of cleavage exposed. She wore too much perfume and had too much makeup on, especially around the eyes.

The other man introduced himself as John and his wife as Connie. He shook Roxanne's hand firmly as she watched Connie who was at least ten years younger than anyone else was. A trophy wife she thought, and very lovely. She wore a black sleeveless t-shirt tight enough to appear painted on her. There was no doubt she did not have a bra under it. The short skirt was a little looser, but not much.

She leaned close to Roxanne's face. "I look forward to talking with you."

Before she could reply, Doris broke in. She glanced at Roxanne. "We just happened to find her down the way. She's one of 'us', so we invited her."

"Love the dress," Connie whispered, leaning close again. "It suits you." She grinned.

"You can sit with us girls," Phyllis said. "The guys will be busy trading stories about how great it is to have wives without arms." She chuckled then followed the others. Dave held the door for everyone and ogled Roxanne's ass.

She understood and shook it nicely for him then grinned while looking back at him. "Naughty man," she said, and then giggled.

The door closed. Connie, John, and Roxanne lingered by the hostess station. The others had followed the hostess to the table. Connie looked at John and whispered, "Gotta go to the little girls room. You go ahead. She can help me." She tilted her head towards Roxanne. He grunted something then walked into the restaurant.

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Nope."

Connie pushed the door open with her back and held it for Roxanne. "Sometimes I just have to get away from them."

"Phyllis...."

"Yeah." She pushed the handicapped stall door open and looked at her. "Come in with me. Latch the stall door."

Roxanne leaned her crutches against the wall and stood in front of Connie who stood with her back to the toilet. She slowly pulled the hem of the skirt up to the waist. "I like the 'no panty' look," she teased and watched her sit with her knees slightly parted.

"Is it all gone?" She asked, nodding towards Roxanne's missing leg. Roxanne nodded. "Show me. I'm a little short handed." She laughed loudly.

Roxanne began lifting the hem of her skirt as she listened to the stream of urine splashing.

"You've got a nice thong."

"Sometimes it feels a little sexier to have something on."

"Great stump. Mind coming a little closer ... so I can rub my cheek over it."

She wiggled her foot and moved half a step closer. "Sharing a bathroom stall with an armless woman taking a piss ... strangely erotic."

Connie pecked at the hip without a thigh then caressed it a few times with her cheek before sitting upright. "Better wipe me so we can get back before they send in a search party." She chuckled.

Roxanne folded some tissue and wiped between the legs. The tissue fell in the water and she made a few wipes with her fingers.

"Thanks for taking care of business. If you have some free time during the day, maybe we can do something ... just us."

-

"Perhaps we should get started," Susan said, looking at the people around the conference room table. They were there for the monthly status meeting for Martin's program as people referred to it at the hospital.

"We're swamped," Martin groaned. He leaned back in the chair and shifted around. "Damn, everyone is comin' out of the woodwork." He sat back up and chuckled.

Bonnie turned slightly and faced him. The partially empty right sleeve of her blouse shuffled and settled. "Is that so-o bad?" She smiled. "Susan and I were quite surprised at the response. Guess we shouldn't have been."

"Lori's not unhappy. She's ecstatic," Mark said.

Susan tapped her pen on the table and cleared her throat. "What should we do? You explained another surgeon was willing to help."

Martin continued. "I'm doing four a day and the backlog keeps growing. Thomas does two. Don't get me wrong, I do love this kind of surgery."

Susan glanced around with her gaze settling on Bonnie. "Is the volume of email tapering off? Are we just seeing pent up demand?"

"Actually, yes to both. I think that is exactly what happened. The price is right and for people that need this, there is no where else."

Susan looked at Julie, the nursing director. "How are we doing on beds?"

"We have plenty. Don't worry about us. We put all Martin's patients in rooms near each other on 3E and all the nurses there are supportive ... very supportive. A few have even been patients of his." She chuckled.

-

Roxanne followed Connie though the large foyer with an off-white marble floor. Connie wore a loose fitting light-grey dress that ended not far below the shapely curves of her hips. The short sleeves draped lifelessly off her shoulders. "I was just writing a letter to a friend. Come with me while I finish it." Her bare feet padded across the marble onto a beige carpet and Roxanne followed.

"This I've got to see," she teased.

"I started using my feet to hold things when I was a little girl. I had a distant cousin. She was older than my parents by a dozen years and had been born without arms. She moved back from overseas and often watched out for me. She, ah, inspired me."

"How did your parents feel about that?"

"At first, they thought it was cute," Connie said, as she sat on a chair at a table slightly lower than a normal desk. She deftly picked up the pen with the toes of her left foot and finished the sentence in perfect cursive. Still writing, she said, "My brother was a year older and was always embarrassed by it."

"I'm impressed."

"I also hire out for parties." She laughed and put the pen down. "Do you want to see some other tricks?" She laughed again. She began to fold the paper.

"Need some help?"

"This is easy stuff." She laughed. "There are things I can do only with great difficulty."

"How silly of me. Guess you will ask if you need help."

"Thanks. You're sweet to offer." She held the envelope against the desk with a few toes as she dragged her tongue across the glue then press the flap closed. "I have a woman that helps me during the day. I gave her some time off since you were going to be here."

"Nice that you thought I'd be comfortable about helping."

"Ah, you watched me piss last night and wiped me."

"Yeah."

Connie stood pushing the office chair back with her legs. "Can I get you some ice tea ... or, how about a beer?" She began walking out of the small study and Roxanne followed.

"Where they shocked when you got rid of your arms?"

"My parents, nah. I hadn't used them for years. Often I just left them inside my blouse. As far as I was concerned, I didn't have any arms."

"What about school? Did your teachers try to stop you, like they do when someone writes with their left hand?"

"Sure, and the other children teased me a lot. Everyone thought it was something I'd grow out. A boy dressed as a girl in the third grade. That took the spotlight off me for a while." She giggled as she remembered. "Eventually everyone just accepted me as a girl 'without arms'."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Wow."

"Did you ever talk to a doctor about having them off?"

"Several times. I explained I didn't use them. My mother begged. It never helped." She stopped and pecked at Roxanne's lips a few times. "It's great being able to talk about this."

Roxanne took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and opened them. She laughed as she started to hand one to Connie. "How do you handle this?"

"Handle?" She roared with laughter. "I think we're going to be great friends. I can hold it if I'm sitting. There're some straws on the counter. Grab one and let's sit on the patio. It's a great day."

A long narrow lap pool was next to the patio. Roxanne sat a bottle on the rectangular table, stuck the straw in, and then settled in the metal chair with separate cushions for the seat and for the back. The feet made a loud scrapping sound as she twisted it enough to be facing Connie.

Connie reclined and placed a foot on the table next to the bottle. She sat up and took a sip using the foot to steady the bottle then leaned back again. She didn't make any effort to hide the white French cut panties. "Yeah, I wear them sometimes," she casually remarked. "We could go for a swim ... now or later."

"Maybe later. That does sound good. I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"So? I usually go without one." She picked up the bottle with both feet and moved close enough to sip from the straw then positioned it on the cushion between her thighs.

"You make it not only seem easy, but normal."

"For me, it is. I'd hate to lose both arms at my age or older."

"Like your friends?"

"Yeah. There're helpless. That's the difference between us. I'm not. I get the feeling they and their husbands are as much into helplessness as not having arms." She leaned down and sipped at the straw.

"Did you date in school?"

"No very much. Most of the guys thought I was a real freak. Most of the girls agreed. I was a bit of a loaner 'cause of that." She sipped again. "What about you?"

"No one knew about this ... ah, need of mine. No one."

"I totally understand. When I started keeping my arms inside my blouse, I was so young. I didn't think anyone would care. That's what I told myself. By the time, I realized how wrong I was, it was too late. My mother was more understanding than dad was. Sometimes when their friends would come over, he'd ask me to not do my 'arm thing'. That's actually how he referred to it." She giggled.

"When you had them off, how did they react?"

"The cousin had passed away years before. Mom was just happy I could do it. She knew how much emotional pain I was in. Dad, well, ... well he stopped talking to me."

"Stopped?"

"Yes. Now when I go there, he's off somewhere so he won't have to see me. They live far enough away that I don't get home often. It's best." She sipped the last of her beer. "Another?" She put the bottle on the table and stood.

-

Lori lay on the cement beside the pool. Her swimsuit lay beside her. Having only one leg was now in the past. The left was completely gone, the right not much longer. She loved the contrast and so did her husband, Mark. He stood at the bedroom window and watched her beautiful body as he slowly stroked his erection. He loved the feel of her partial body against his and offered no objection when she suggested the revision and other amputation after a few months. He was close to reaching the point of launching a load and forced himself to let go of the warm flesh.

"Hey darling," she cooed as she rolled over onto one side so the legless hip was on top. Her shaved pussy was bare revealing the perfect lips. He stood several feet away with a towel in one hand and wearing nothing. "I like your swimsuit," she teased. "Matches mine." Her finger danced over her slit. "Your cock...." She shoved the finger in and out quickly a few times. "My pussy...."

"Your body ... keeps me this way."

"Good. I was hoping it would. I must say I stay in a perpetual state of arousal being this way. I guess I didn't expect that." She pushed herself into a sitting position making the short right stump appear to be even shorter. "Love the asymmetry."

His cock bobbed a few times, nearly having a spontaneous orgasm as he watched her move. "Yeah." It bobbed again and launched a wad of cum onto the grass.

"Oh baby-y. Got anymore of that for me?" She rolled onto her back and spread the short stump to the side as far as it would go.

"Anytime." He dropped the towel and positioned himself on her. She was wet and he slipped inside with little effort. He supported himself lightly against both hand and stared into her face. He rubbed against her as he worked in and out.

"Ah-h," she moaned. Her eyes were open and watching him. Her tongue wiped her lower lip. She drove her hips upward and back down letting her pussy caress him, masturbating his cock. "Let me," she offered. He stopped and she continued moving only her hips. "Feels good, doesn't' it? He nodded and smiled. "For me too." she cooed.

"I love you."

"Shhh. Talk to me about stumps."

He held his hips still a few inches away as she continued to flex her lower body and slowly masturbating his cock. "A few women have had both arms...."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." He struggled with the urge to share in the movements of bodies but he let her enjoy pleasuring him.

"Would you want me like that?"

"Nah. You're perfect exactly as you are."

"For you, I would ... anything."

"Just don't lose the desire to do what you are doing right now."

"Just don't lose the ability to stay so big and full for so long." She giggled.

-

Roxanne stood close and enjoyed the natural fragrance of Connie. She found it intoxicating, overpowering. She had not had a lover for a while. She had not been around someone as exciting as Connie was. Her hand caressed the small of the back, lightly applying pressure, gently pulling her closer. Their lips touched sending a small spark though the souls of each. Tongues played, batted against the other. Mouths twisted and moved, searching for just the right positions.

She marveled at the inability to hold her and wondered what that was like for Connie. She knew she was in control, that she would have to be the hands for both of them. She began pulling at Connie's dress, pulling the hem upwards. Her palms rubbed over smooth, tight, firm skin. Their bodies ground against each other as they waltzed in a slow, small circle.

Connie's body provided support for Roxanne standing on a single foot. She pulled her head back slightly leaving her body pressed against Roxanne. "I was hoping this would happen."

"Me too. What about him?"

"He knows I enjoy a woman's touch. Do you mind?"

"No. You excite me ... a lot." Roxanne slowly removed the dress watching each part of the body become exposed. "Damn, that is a great body."

"Thanks. It's yours." She giggled. "We've got hours to enjoy each other." She twisted back and forth modeling her armless body for Roxanne. "It was feeling good, you know, what we were doing."

Roxanne placed a hand on the naked small of the back, her fingers kneading, rubbing. The other hand cupped an armless shoulder and massage as her lips slowly moved closer until their mouths once again touched.

"We could use the bed in the guestroom," she teased. She turned and swished her rounded hips then walked into the house leaving her dress on the patio.

"Nice ass."

She gave it a playful swish in silence.

The room door remained open as Connie reclined with her head on the pillow and her knees in the air and slightly parted.

"Hmmm. Lovely pussy," Roxanne whispered as she sat between the feet and lightly stroked the upper thighs.

"You think so. He rarely tells me things like that."

"Shame. I would, all the time. You know, just before I nibbled all along these wonderful folds of skin." Roxanne lightly dragged her fingertip along one side and down the other then let her tongue follow the same path.

"Ah-h," Connie gasped softly. "He doesn't do that either. At least not as much as I want."

She sucked the clit out in the open letting the bud swirl between her lips. "What the fuck does he like to do?"

"Fill it with his cock."

"But none of the good stuff like lips, tongue, fingers? Shit-t."

-

Tia leaned lightly against the bar at Buffalo Pete's where she worked. The tall handsome regular sipped at the drink she had just placed in front of him. "Yeah, we get along nicely. I was a little surprised at how easy it was." She was talking about Mattie. The tip of her hook tapped once on the dark wood of the bar then opened slightly before closing.

"How's the peg leg?"

She glanced down then back towards his face and smiled. "Wonderful. Those few months before were awkward. Crutches with one hand...." She lifted the hook and put it down. "I have the peg and a regular prosthetic leg, one of the fancy computer controlled ones. Love them both."

"Yup. I wear mine most of the time, 'cept when someone, you know...."

"Wants to play with your stump? Such a sacrifice having to take the leg off, isn't it?" She laughed, letting her head fall back slightly.

John and Connie sat on the two empty stools nearby. "Two whiskeys," he said. A black tube-top, revealing her tanned skin and smooth, rounded armless shoulders, covered her firm breasts, and exposed a pleasant amount of cleavage. Her denim jeans fit low and snug.

"Hey babe," Tia said to her as she moved past.

"How's the new stump?" he asked, looking at Tia as she put each glass on the bar then added whiskey.

"Great. Everyone's so kind to ask." She put the glasses in front of them. "Yeah, the peg is working out well." She giggled then dropped a large straw in Connie's glass.
The lovely woman without arms leaned down and sipped from the straw then sat back up. She glanced at John and he dabbed with a cloth handkerchief at the drop of brown liquid running down her chin then left it by the edge of the bar in front of her. Her eyes looked around at the few that had watched. "Could have done it with my foot," she said to Tia. "Just attracts so many stares."

"These days, around here...." Tia laughed aloud. She glanced at the tall handsome regular and asked, "Would you have minded?" She knew he had been eavesdropping. He shook his head and drank his drink. "You see?" she said to Connie.

Her head twisted slightly so she could see the man. "Thanks mister." Then back towards Tia. "You're right." Her sandal fell from her foot resting on the metal band around the legs of the stool. The barefoot moved upwards then picked the handkerchief up with its toes and dapped against her cheek. "I try to not put on a circus act. It is the only way I do things though."

"Around here, don't worry. Some understand. Some will love watching."

The foot rested against the edge of the bar still holding the handkerchief as Tia walked away to pour a drink for another customer, the sound of Tia's peg leg against the cement floor making a soft tap, tap.

"She's something else," the tall handsome man said aloud to himself. He slammed the rest of the drink down his throat then stood. For a moment, he didn't move but let his gaze drift over Connie.

She could feel him undressing her. She continued to let him look. Her chest swelled forcing her breasts fill the small tube-top even more. "Don't know if I've seen you around."

"Ralph. Been a while since I got rid of my left leg. Got the prosthesis recently." He rapped his knuckles against the carbon fiber socket under the pants leg.

She leaned forwards, sipped her drink, wiped her lips with the handkerchief held with her toes, then looked at him. "I'm Connie. This is John." She tilted her head towards her husband. She extended her foot and he shook it just as if she'd extended a hand.

"Your husband's a lucky man." He pulled a hand casually across his crotch to adjust himself. "Guess I need to go take care of 'it'."

"Shame. A great lookin' guy like you shouldn't have to do that alone."

"I'm a bit shy." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You prefer missing arms or legs on your women."

"Yeah." He chuckled. John moved around Connie so he could be part of the conversation. "Guess legs. Just one off well above the knee would be grand."

"Couldn't help overhearing," a woman with shoulder length light brown hair, said in a sultry voice. The three checked her out. The short black skirt revealed a long, slim, single left leg. Whatever remained of the right leg hid inside the dark blue skirt. The near transparent white blouse did not hide her breasts or the nipples. "I'm Hannah." She extended a hand with bright red nails, except for the little finger, which ended in a short rounded stump. She noticed him staring at the missing finger. "Just a little indulgence when I was younger. It didn't stop me from wanting my leg off."

John returned to his stool and sipped his drink in silence, occasionally glancing at Connie, Hannah, or Tia.

As he shook her hand, he brushed a finger against the finger stump. "Ralph ... Nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Maybe one, whatever you're having."

He held a finger up and Tia nodded. "So, we're both 'lonely hearts'."

"Maybe not anymore." She let her hand drag across his shoulder. He inhaled deeply pulling her fragrance throughout his body and his mind. "Just a month for me ... my leg. It's near the hip, probably not nearly as long as yours is. Hope that's okay." Her hand rested on his shoulder as she took the first sip of the new drink.

"Not complaining mind you, but why are you alone? There must have been a line around the block. You're gorgeous."

"And you're not so bad yourself," she cooed. "Probably were. It seems I'm standing beside you though."

"Perfect. That is exactly where you belong."

She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "Hope you like BJ's." She pecked a kiss on his ear.

"Only if I can return the favor." He giggled and smiled then swigged half the drink.

-

Lori rolled her glossy black, sporty, wheelchair through the mall towards the 'Pen & Paper', the small shop she worked in. The short skirt filled half the seat and still did not reveal any of the longer of the two stumps. She was not the only amputee on the way to their shop so early. An older woman waved her only hand and Lori nodded in acknowledgement. A Younger man on crutches said hello and she nodded to him as well.

"Hey," Jackie said in her usual bubbly tone as Lori coasted to a stop by the low counter where the cash register and other sales items were. She was older than Lori and was missing her right leg. She used crutches, used them gracefully, often using just a single crutch.

"Hey back at 'ya," she teased. "It's interesting how many of 'us' work in the mall now. I saw Janet and Sam."

"Having one leg didn't last very long for you."

"A few months. I don't know what I was thinking, ah, about just having one leg. I do love being this way, much, much better. Do you ever think about another limb?"

A customer entered the store and browsed through the half-price table. Jackie casually moved towards her. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, I'm just browsing." She flipped though a few items while keeping an eye on the empty sleeve. "My son is missing an arm. He goes to the university."

"Nice. Sorry, I just assumed...."

"Yes it is quite nice. We moved here last year because of the program at the hospital. He was interested in having his arm off and I loved how there were so many elective amputees." She chuckled softly. "It seems that everyone is missing something."

"We were just talking about that. There're nearly a million people in the greater area and only a few hundred amputees, but it does seem like every day I see probably a dozen amputees. So, you're...."

"Yeah. The look of a missing limb stokes a fire inside of me in a major way."

"Must be nice having an amputee at home."

She laughed while glancing at Lori then Jackie. "We get along just fine."

"How did your husband feel about him wanting this?"

"He dropped out of the picture before Johnny was born. Since the amputation, well, ah, we've grown close."

"My daughter is in her early thirties. I understand." Jackie glanced quickly at Lori then the woman.

"Is she, missing a limb?"

"Her left leg, almost all of it. She uses crutches to get around. She works as a researcher with Martin's wife ... the surgeon's wife."

"I've met her. She's missing both legs."

A handsome young man stopped beside the woman. "Hi Mom." He leaned close and let a kiss linger for a moment with some obvious tongue action. His right short-sleeve let the end of the stump peek out of it. He looked at Lori and Jackie. "See you've found some new friends."

"We were just talking about all the amputees."

"Can't get away from them," he teased. "How do you find life since the surgery?"

"I have no complaints," Jackie replied. Lori nodded a few times and moved some papers around by the cash register. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched him move the stump and wiggle the sleeve. Jackie pointed with her thumb over her shoulder towards Lori. "She recently had one stump shortened and the other leg off."

"Wow," he mumbled. "I'm pretty happy missing just the one arm ... for now."

"Johnny...." the mother reacted in a slightly surprised manner.

"I don't think I really want more."

"Good. I like you just like that." She grinned then giggled.

Lori rolled from behind the counter and parked beside Johnny. "I've noticed a number of armless woman lately."

"Yeah. I know Doris, Phyllis, and Connie. I wish I could use my feet like Connie. I'm too stiff."

"Sometimes that is a good thing," his mother teased. "The attitudes around here are so wonderful."

"You and Johnny?" Lori mussed. She nodded. "We've met a few others. Before...." She fell silent and just gazed at him. "Either of you?"

"Nah," Jackie groaned. "I had a brother that crawled in my bed a few times, but I put a stop to that." A frown formed on the woman's face as she listened. "He was good. Don't get me wrong. I just didn't think my husband would have approved."

"Oh."

"My daughter...." Jackie paused and considered for a moment. "We, ah...." Another customer entered the store and the conversation ended.

-

Violet let her lips stroll along Curt's erection while Alexandra nibbled on her father's lips. "Ah," he groaned in a pleasant way just before filling her mouth with a large wad of cum. Her hand roamed over his legless hips and toyed with his balls as she hoped for even more.

"I love that you don't have legs. I always have," Violet softly said, as she sat up still fondling the left hip where the thigh used to extend. His fading erection throbbed against her wrist. "I can't ever thank you enough for helping me be rid of my leg." She glanced at Alex's missing arm then back at his hips. Her hand mostly massaged the scared left hip but gave some attention to the right as well.

"That feels so good," he whispered, pausing from the kisses Alex gave his mouth.

"Can I join in?" Holly said as she pealed her swimsuit off, dropping the two pieces along the way. The short stump of her left arm wiggled and moved with each step. Her body was still wet. The drops slipped along her tanned skin. "The pool was nice, but this looks better." She giggled as she sat next to Alex. They had been lovers since meeting at the University after the amputation of her arm. She pulled Alex closer and drilled her tongue deep into her mouth. Their nipples rubbed and played together.

Curt's erection began to return and Violet repositioned herself atop him. She wiggled her hips working it inside. "Feels like it belongs," she cooed, thrusting against it. It still was not firm enough. She wiggled again and the head popped inside. "I just like being close."

-

Johnny slipped two beers from the refrigerator, opened each, and handed one to Francis. "Love you Mom," he said, clinking the bottles together.

She took a long sip the worked their lips together for a while, letting the bottle dangle from her hand along her side. His tongue wormed inside her mouth and batted against her tongue for a while.

"Baby," she moaned as she pulled away. "You light my fires."

"As much as those amputees today?"

"No one could hold a candle to my son." Her hand massaged the front of his pants and her lips roamed over his lips. His tongue slipped between them as he ground himself against her.

"We could save the beers," she moaned, as she unsnapped the clasp on his waistband.

He put the bottles on the counter and pulled her skirt up then pushed on the panties. "You're so wet." His fingers dug even deeper inside.

Her hand stroked him in his briefs. "Love this part of you." They masturbated each other as they kissed. She let go just long enough to pull his t-shirt off and let it fall beside them. Her lips moved low and nibbled the end of his stump. "Hmmm," she hummed. He moved it over her face. Her lips trailed over it.

"Thanks for wanting me this way."

"My pleasure."

-

Connie sat naked on the bench in front of the dressing table and pushed the toes of her left foot through her hair several times. She watched herself in the mirror. She moved the armless right shoulder slightly and enjoyed the sensation of the lack of the arm. Her nipples swelled. Her tongue dragged across lips covered in a dark red lipstick. She curled the toes around the silver colored tube and touched up a place that was not perfect. The foot rested against the edge of the table still holding the tube as she moved her lips around for another inspection.

"Hi darling," she said to John as he stopped behind her and cupped each shoulder with a hand. "I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Do you mind if I don't wear any hose?" She paused. "Or panties? I've picked out that short dress." She nodded in the direction of the bed where a short black dress with a deep vee cut and no sleeves lay.

He glanced over his shoulder. "That's my favorite." He massaged the armless shoulders. "I may have to fight off a few guys."

"Nah. It's a fine restaurant, not some low rent saloon. I'll let you feed me. I love that."

"You know what I like."

"Yes dear. I like it too. A short dress and no panties makes it inappropriate for me to raise my foot above the table."

"I'd stare."

She turned on the bench and rubbed her cheek against the front of his trousers. "Hmmm, you're firm."

"I can't help it. I don't think I've been soft since these when away." His grip on the shoulders tightened for a moment.

"Show me."

"You'll mess up the lipstick."

"Maybe I'll go without. Please...." Her tongue flicked at the zipper tab and her teeth bit down on the piece of metal then pulled it down. The head fell out the opening. "No briefs," she exclaimed. "Wicked man." She giggled then sucked the swollen head leaving a trail of lipstick. She glanced up then back before taking a few more sucks.

"I can wait."

"I don't know if I can." She laughed then stood in front of him, pecked at his lips, rubbed her front against him, pecked again, the stepped back. "How are my lips?"

"I like them."

"I know you do. Is my lipstick messed up? Fuck. Maybe I'll go without. Do you want to help me?" She walked towards the bathroom, wiggling her tush a few times along the way. He followed as he pulled his zipper back up.

-

Violet watched Chet lower himself to the pavement by the pool. The yard was secluded and they took advantage and wore nothing. His dried cum glistened on her single thigh next to the shaved pussy. She dragged a finger though her slit then sucked the digit.

"Damn good," she said in a sultry tone. "I love the mixture."

He used his hands to crawl the several feet to the edge then dove headfirst. She followed and scooped him in her hands. Her lips roamed over his, her tongue pushed between, she pulled him tighter against her.

"Just us tonight?" she quizzed.

"What do you have in mind?" He laughed. "Think I'll get lucky?"

"I know you will ... both of will." She sucked his tongue a few times. "I love our time together. It's good they have each other." She sucked again. "Glad you like young pussy."

"Glad you like old cock." He laughed then added, "And legless old guys."

"You're not so old and I'm not so young." She ground herself against him enjoying the lack of anything past his hips. "God, I love the lack of legs on you."

"You ever think about being this way."

"Some, but for now, I'm happy without any of my one leg. You make me very happy Chet."

-

"So nice to see both of you," the maitre d' said. He held the menus in the crook of his right arm and the other sleeve dangled empty.

"Our favorite place to eat."

John guided Connie with a hand against the small of her back as the man led them to their table.

"A little extra privacy for you," he said, looking directly at her.

"Thanks." She leaned close to his face and whispered, "I expose myself so when I used my feet."

"You are such an inspiration to people like myself. I only wish I was so, able."

"I started as a child. It is nearly impossible to adapt at our age."

He placed the open menus in front of Connie then John who sat to her left. "If I can be of assistance, let me know." He turned and walked away.

"You could offer classes," John told her.

"I could. I think I'll pass." She giggled, and then scanned the menu. "I don't see anything better than the usual." She sat upright and adjusted her position on the chair.

"Filet Mignon, baked potato, salad with blue cheese, and a glass of Merlot."

"Very good dear. Might have to give you a BJ later." She grinned. The words were already out of her mouth when she glanced up and realized a female server was standing by the table. The folder with the pad of paper for taking the order lay across a metal hook on a prosthetic arm visible at the end of a starched white sleeve. The tip of the peg leg extended slightly past the cuff of the black slacks.

"Would you like to hear the specials?"

"I guess you just heard mine." Connie laughed. Tia smiled. John recited the order for her then mentioned he wanted the same.

"It's better than Buffalo Pete's," he remarked.

"The clientele, yes. It's being harder to carry the big trays of food. At least at Pete's I just push glasses along the bar."

"Guess I'd make a lousy server," Connie joked.

"Yeah, but it sure conjures up some fun images." Tia walked away, her gait stiffer on one side.

The wine steward showed the bottle of Merlot to John, uncorked it, and poured a sample. John looked at Connie and asked if she wanted to do the honors. She nodded and he held the glass to her lips. She let the dark liquid sit in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it then looked at the man. "Very good," she said, nodding as she spoke. She caught him looking down the plunging neckline and at her armless shoulders. She smiled. "I don't mind." She wasn't clear what she was referring. He didn't seem to care and walked away.

"Your cleavage," John whispered once the man was gone.

"Oh. I would have been looking at these." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Me too. I guess we are a tad bit odd you know."

Another server helped Tia with the tray of salads and twisting the long pepper mill. They left together without saying much.

"She's not going to keep her job," Connie whispered. He stabbed a piece of lettuce and rubbed it in the dressing then held it for her to eat. He watched and smiled. "Maybe the curiosity factory makes up...."

"I love doing things for you."

"You're a darling." She leaned forward and nibbled the next fork full. Her mouth was still full as she said, "You should eat too." She glanced around and realized she was facing away from the others nearby. She lifted her barefoot above the table and gripped the wine glass stem then sipped. "Very good," she whispered, then sipped again. She left her foot resting on the edge of the table and she wiggled her toes. "Would you mind?" She lifted the fork and fed herself the next bite of salad.

"At least let me cut the meat when it comes," he teased.

"Sure. I haven't ever mastered that. I just can't apply enough force."

"Did you see that?" an older woman's voice said just loud enough for Connie to hear. She held the wine glass just off the table and glanced around. When she spotted the woman, she held the glass up in a mock toast then took a sip.

-

Marcus, Ian, and Francis sat on the white sand of the beach along the ocean. A cooler filled with beer floating in icy water was open and each of them sipped from their bottles while watching people wearing swimsuits so skimpy they might as well have worn nothing. Debbie, Nicole, and Johnny were playing in the edge of the surf. A woman in short, cut-off jean shorts and a dark blue halter-top walked beside a man. They held hands and her right arm ended just above the elbow. Two men stood and talked. One was missing a leg, the other missing most of an arm.

"Love being here," Ian said. "Have you ever been somewhere where there are more amputees?"

"Nope," Francis said into her bottle as it left her mouth, then poured more beer in. "I love him without his arm. He loves it too." She massaged her lower leg and wiggled her toes while she watched the amputee men. "Hmmm," she hummed. "Look at-t that-t," she drawled. "Stumps...."

"The girls are lookin' mighty fine," Marcus drawled, watching Debbie in her black swimsuit leaving little to the imagination about her missing left leg or other parts of her body. "Nice we've all found each other."
"Yeah-h," she drawled letting the mouth of the bottle tap against her lips. "I knew he wanted me that first holiday he was home from the University. The timing was perfect. His dad had just left me for a sweet young thing and I was so very horny."

"Tell me about it, same for Nicole and me. As a family, we had spent a week here. I was in heaven with all the stumps around. Guess the ex-wife noticed it. I was a lot more amorous than normal. I mean, four or more times in an evening. Hell, we had rarely done it once a month, then bam - I'm like a guy in a dirty movie. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"You're telling my story," Marcus groaned.

"So, the wife left me after the 'amputee story' came out. She was 'pissed'. Nicole went to the University. I moved here and spent my free time drooling over all the women missing legs. Wow! There was one...." He stopped and sucked the rest of the beer from the bottle. "Nicole came to visit at Christmas. She met the amp. They were about the same age. The three of us had dinner a few times. Shit, one night Nicole and I were sitting on the couch, alone, and she asks me if I'd like her that way ... you know with one leg ... at the hip like the woman was. I was rock hard thinking about it."

"You're making my pussy wet."

"Her blouse revealed too much nipple. Her lips were so inviting. I think she moved first. I don't remember. It didn't feel like I was making out with my daughter. We were both all over each other."

"There times I wish that Debbie had more of her leg off," Marcus mused. "Don't get me wrong. I love her the way she is. I'm more of a 'no stump' kind of guy ... the way Nicole's leg is. Debbie and I talked about all the pros and cons of some stump versus no stump. She thought she'd want to wear a prosthetic leg, at least for a while. I keep hoping she'll have the rest off."

"Just thinking about this almost makes me cum without touching myself. Now, with all the amputees that they're cranking out at the hospital, good god almighty." Ian turned the bottle in his hand as he looked at Nicole still by the water's edge.

"Yeah. I wish they were all living here and not going back from where ever," Francis said. She leaned forward and opened another bottle, dropping the cap back into the cooler. "Amputee heaven for sure."

"We fucked that night she asked me. Fucked like rabbits ... fucked all night." Ian glanced at Marcus then Francis. They both smiled and nodded their heads in approval.

"Did she ever pretend for you? He used to leave his arm inside his shirt. I love that look. You know, mostly gone, but enough stump to move and hide the armpit. Some like a hook. I don't. It didn't take very long from our first discussion about missing arms until he was out of the hospital. It felt like overnight, but it was probably a month."

"Same for Debbie. She wears a prosthetic leg for work, but not other times. I love kiss all over the end of it. It's so nice and soft."

"With as short a stump as Nicole has, bet it's nice being so close to her pussy," Francis mumbled.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Ian asked without looking at her.

"A few times in college. It was okay, but not as nice as with a guy. His dad was a good fuck. He could get me so fired up that it'd take hours to relax." She sipped at her beer. "Either of you ever been with a guy? God, I love a cock. Love it in my cunt. Love it in my mouth. I'm not much of an ass person though. I do love to swallow cum. I don't know why...." Her voice trailed off.

"You a screamer?"

"Sometimes. I just like to get deeply involved in the sex. Johnny seems to like that. Young guys never seem to go soft. His dad was good until he came. It'd take hours or a day to be ready again. Shit, Johnny can be back up in a few minutes."

"I remember those days," Ian whispered. "Used to be a few minutes and I'd be ready again. Maybe that's just a fantasy. At least that's the way I remember it."

"With that in the sack...." Marcus started towards Nicole. Her swimsuit seemed to reveal more now than before.

"Hey man, Debbie's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Thanks. Seems we all have it sweet."

"Yeah," Francis said, tilting the bottom of the bottle straight up and letting the beer drain into her mouth. "Yeah." She dragged her hand firmly between her legs. "Glad we can talk this way." She popped the snap on her shorts and shoved her hand inside.

"You're like just one of the 'guys'," Ian teased. "This is being a great day."

"One of the guys?" she mused. He watched her hand pump against the fabric. "What?" she begged. "You never jerk off."

"All the time."

"I don't mind. Go ahead."

-

A trail of round holes from two pair of crutches lined the edge of the surf as Debbie, Nicole, and Johnny walked.

"I like your stump," Nicole said to him." He moved it then let it fall back in place. "How'd you decide how long it should be?"

"Or why the arm and not a leg?" Debbie added."

He turned and walked to the line between the damp and dry sand and sat. His hand cupped the stump and moved the soft skin around as he watched the two women sit facing him forming a small circle.

"Mom was a little crazy about arm stumps. I didn't care. I asked her how much she wanted me to lose." He moved the stump through the air. "Ta da-a," he sang. "It was a month tops. Felt like overnight."

"Dad was into legs being completely off," Nicole said as she brushed some sand off her legless hip. She adjusted the thong bottom slightly, shaking the sand off in the process. "I just wanted to make him happy. I like being this way, but I guess I'd never done it if he hadn't wanted me this way." She adjusted her top leaving the cleavage exposed even more.

"Nice," he mused, pretending she was removing her top.

She briefly pulled the top down on one side. "Boobie."

They all laughed. Debbie pulled her top down in the same way and then he pulled his waistband down. "Show and tell," Debbie teased.

"We could just sit here naked," he said. They wall readjusted their swimsuits and settled in place.

"They're not very big," Nicole groaned.

"I think they are just perfect," he assured her. "Yours too." He stared at each woman for a moment.

"Are you big?" Debbie asked. "Dad's thick."

"I've never compared myself." He laughed. "I guess some guys do that in the shower in the gym ... so the story goes."

"Let's see," Nicole begged.

"Will I get to see your...."

"Pussy ... cunt," Nicole finished for him. "Sure."

They took turns showing off their private parts and examining each other, just looking without touching. They exchanged comments and complements. Nicole massaged herself letting a finger vanish deep inside her. He watched.

"What?" she begged without stopping.

"You're...."

"Yeah. I love to finger myself. Don't you jerk off?"

"Sure."

Debbie watched for a moment in silence. "Even now that you and your mother...."

"Of course."

"Dad does too, no matter how much we do it."

"Mine too. Sometimes we watch each other rather than fucking." Nicole's finger continued to slip in and out. "Did you want to be an amp?" She watched Debbie watching her.

"I'd seen a bunch of amputees around before I knew he was interested in that," Debbie started. "I actually thought it was kind of cool, you know, being an amputee. It was no secret that there were people who wanted to be that way. A whole lot nicer than other ways of altering one's body, tattoos ... major piercings. Stuff like that. He paused beside me one day at the mall. I pointed out a woman I'd been watching. He told me he'd been watching her too. I told him I thought she looked nice with just one leg coming out of her short skirt ... a great leg with a black high heal. Guess I was wetting my panties watching her."

"You were gay," Johnny asked.

"Not really. I'd messed around with my roommate. She showed me some of the finer points I'd missed out on." Debbie giggled. "Did she ever. Nah. I just really enjoyed looking at the woman with one leg."

"Yeah. I can relate to that. The few guys I'd been with before dad were 'slam-bam, thank you ma'am' kind of fucks," Nicole groaned and shook her head. "How 'bout you?" she asked Johnny.

"I was no great lover either. Guess guys my age don't know better. There're just happy to stick it in and hoping they won't hear the word 'no' before they're done." They all laughed. "I could tell when the first kiss started with Mom that it'd be okay. That she wouldn't be saying no. We were getting naked and she told me not to worry, not to rush, that we'd have plenty of time to do it 'right'. She's comfortable talking to me when we're doing it, about what I could do better. She's a great coach."

"I gave dad a BJ," Nicole said. "I could tell he was nervous. Guess I was doing it right. He didn't stop me. He filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed. I'd done it a few times with a guy at school, but I hadn't swallowed. I didn't think I'd like that. I was so-o wrong. Now, I suck him off, he eats my cunt through a few orgasms, and then he fucks me. All of that usually last an hour or more. Some nights, we might wake up a few hours later and do it again."

"Does he kiss your stump?" Debbie asked.

"Hell yeah-h. Sometimes I actually cum from that, 'course it helps that he has a few fingers in me at the same time." She giggled while she fondled her legless hip. The thong bottom looped around the upper thigh. "Having dad as a lover, bed partner, friend is something that most girls will never appreciate. Then toss in having just one leg ... wow. I love my life."

"We were at the store one day when a man with one arm took something from the shelve in front of us. I could tell he affected her in some way. She was short of breath and held her chest for a moment after the man was out of sight. In the car, I asked her if he had excited her. She smiled and nodded. We talked about it for the rest of the day. I pulled my arm inside my shirt and pretended I was like him. We'd been sleeping together. It was her last secret from me. That weekend, we started talking about me losing my arm. Not long afterwards...."

"Were you left handed?"

"Yeah, but I used to jerk off with my right hand." He laughed. "I've learned to do that with my left hand now."

"Such a sacrifice." Nicole giggled. "I love to do that," she said in a sultry voice. "As much as I love messing around with Dad, there is just something so personal about diddling my pussy."

"I love to let him watch me do that," Debbie said. "Maybe I'm an exhibitionist."

-

John pulled Connie's chair back so she could stand. He pecked her on the neck. "Wonderful dinner," he whispered in her ear.

"I saved room for desert and I know exactly what I want." She leaned close. "Hope your, ah, cock is ready." She pulled back and turned to walk towards the front of the restaurant. The woman that had made the remark earlier paused beside her. Connie quickly scanned the woman - Tall, older, slim, long brown hair, lovely. Her left sleeve hung empty along side the white blouse.

"I just wanted to apologize for my remark. I was just trying to point you out to the man I'm with."

"It's okay. I hear all the time, but I guess you do too." Connie tilted her head towards the missing arm.

"Yeah." She handed John a business card. "Wish we could talk." She leaned close to Connie. "No matter how many of us there are, most of the others don't get it. Like the guy I'm with tonight. Last date with him."

"Sure. I'll call, find a time."

They watched the woman walk back to the table. Her firm hips moved nicely inside the tight skirt. Her legs extended beautifully below the knee-length skirt. "Bet she's even lovelier naked," Connie mused to herself.

John's lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "You're prettier."

As they strolled across the parking lot, John let his hand rest on the small of her back, sometimes roaming over her hips.

"How do you stand it?" she begged.

"What?"

"Living here, with all the amputees around ... too much eye candy."

"But I have you."

"Yeah. Still...." She sat and pulled the seatbelt across with her toes. He watched. The snap clicked and he closed the door.

His hand brushed over his pants. "It's ready," he softly said. The engine started and the car began to move through the parking lot.

"Better be."

-

John dropped the dress and he watched her swish her hips as she moved the remaining distance to the large bed. His pants fell around his ankles. She sucked a toe and brushed the side of her face. He left a trail of clothing behind him.

"Just lay there," she commanded as she leaned down. The warm swollen head, soon surrounded by her lips, enjoyed the feel. She knew it. She enjoyed the way it filled her mouth. Not so big to make her gag, but just big enough to let it roll round inside.

"Lovely shoulders."

She listened, but did not pause to reply. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him lying with his hand behind his head. His eyes fixed on her. She shifted her position slightly leaving her hips a little closer to his face. She wiggled them suggestively. He knew. He did nothing. He would later. She only teased ... for now.

-

"The backlog is getting larger," Bonnie reported to the others in the meeting.

"How many?" Susan asked. Her glance bounced between Bonnie and Martin.

"A thousand." She sounded shocked and surprised.

"A thousand?" Martin responded, equally surprised. "You're teasing."

"Nope. Just this week, it has grown by fifty."

"We'll never catch up with just myself and Thomas. Even if he does as many a day as I do...."

"I've gotten a few letters from other surgeons asking if we have any openings for this project."

"How many?"

"Three."

"Any idea if they would mind doing more than single limbs? I've talked to other surgeons, but they balked at amputating two limbs and wouldn't even think about three or four."

Bonnie looked around the table. "We've only done a few triples and just one quad."

"I know. I just think it is important we can address the needs of our patients."

"Let's say we bring in a surgeon who's only willing to do one or two limbs. You could do the few that want more ... right?"

"Yeah. The fact that we are willing, even if they are not, can be a sticking point. How many more surgeons would you be willing to hire?"

"We have plenty of capacity in the operating theater," Susan said. "Are we talking about only reducing the backlog?" Martin shrugged his shoulders. Bonnie grinned. Mark cleared his throat. "Oh?" Susan said. "Will the demand continue to be high, or will we eventually do everyone that wants this?"

"I think the demand is there. After all, we 'are' the only hospital to openly advertise this 'service'." Mark laughed. "And, spouses seem to be willing to do this for their mates."

"Quite the anniversary present," Bonnie teased.

"Better than another ring," Martin quipped.

"Yup. We've had a few come back for a second amputation. I guess this spices up the marriage ... a lot." Everyone laughed.

"I'll contact these doctors that have written me. If you could give me the names of the others, I'll contact them as well. I think we should whittle down the backlog." Everyone groaned in unison. "That was a poor choice of words." Susan laughed. "Maybe we can get three or four to help for a few months." She glanced at the others. "You're doing four a day and Thomas two. Six of you could do about fifteen hundred in three months."

"That would help," Martin replied.

-

Francis lay quietly, listening to Johnny's breathing as he slept. The air conditioner hummed and her finger lightly massaged between her legs. The first sign of the orgasm surprised her and she gasped aloud.

"What?" he mumbled, still asleep, but waking. He rolled over and noticed. "Mom...."

"You were asleep."

He moved his face closer to where her hand played. He pecked along the thigh and nudged the fingers away replacing them with his lips. Her thighs parted, a knee rose to one side. His tongue dragged deeply through the slit and caught the bud. She gasped and he rolled it between his lips.

"You do that so-o nicely."

He squeezed it tightly. His teeth grazed it. She moaned. Her hand held his stump. The other mussed his hair.

"You treat your old mother so nicely."

"Not old," he mumbled without stopping.

"I'm not like Nicole. Someday, you'll want someone like her, someone closer to your own age."

He stopped and rested the side of his face on her thigh and looked towards face.

"That's hard to believe. You give me all I want, all I need."

"She's very pretty ... that legless hip...." She continued to play with the arm stump. "Ian's a lucky guy."

"She seems to really love him."

"Don't you find her even slightly exciting?"

"She makes me hard as a rock. A lot more than Debbie."

"Why?"

"I don't know. That stump so close to her pussy. I wonder what it's like to be able to nibble back and forth between the two."

"I wondered the same thing at the beach. I don't know why, but watching her in that thong...." She paused. "Listening to him talk about her turned me on."

She pulled lightly on his stump and he moved atop her, his cock slipping inside.

"Oh Johnny...." she moaned as their lips touched. Her feet lifted and pressed against his back encouraging his hips to move. "Yeah-h," she drawled. "Go slow, take your time. Long, slow...."

-

Susan moved around her desk and waved towards the round table.

"Call me Mike," the doctor said to her as he settled into the chair. "Is that from here?" he asked looking at her single leg as she laid the crutches on the floor.

"Yes. Does it interest you?"

"If it didn't, I probably wouldn't have written you about working here." He laughed and she did too.

"Have you ever snuck an elective amputation past an administrator?"

"A few. No one ever seemed to notice ... other than the patient who wanted it. I love doing amputations."

"Well, we have plenty of patients that do. We have a huge backlog of requests that we are trying to clear up. I don't know what the future holds after that, but I expect there will be others writing us. Martin is working full time on this project. He does four a day five days a week. He has one part-time surgeon, Thomas, doing two. We are looking for another surgeon to be full time for at least three months. After that we'll assess our needs."

"Just one more surgeon?"

"Maybe two. Why, do you know someone I should be talking with?"

"Dr. Kimberly Morton."

"Hmmm, a woman."

"Yeah. We've talked about this. She would be excellent. She loves doing amputations even more than I do, if that's possible." He was quiet for a long moment. "She has a daughter with one leg."

"Really?"

"Yeah, since after college. She refers to it as 'her graduation present'." He chuckled.

Susan made some notes on a legal pad. "I'm sure you'll put me in touch with Kimberly."

"Count on it. How many of the staff has been through the program?" He grinned.

"Quite a few of the those reporting directly to me plus some of the nurses and some of the spouses. We are all very open about this."

"Any restrictions on what requests you'll consider.

"No. We've done one quad, a few triples. Mostly single legs, single arms, and occasionally two limbs."

"Great. How does your program work?"

"We receive inquires from both word of mouth and posting on various Internet groups. We have a special e-mail address. Bonnie answers them. She's missing an arm. Much of the e-mail are just questions about cost and if we are for real, nothing serious. We have a standard reply explaining the process, costs, scheduling, etc. Once someone is ready, they schedule an interview and surgery ... usually the surgery is the day following the interview. There is a hotel near the hospital. Most people stay there before surgery and after discharge if they wish to stay in the area for a while. It's run by people that have had amputations."
"The 'Traveler's Inn'? That's where I'm staying."

"Wanda is a psychologist missing both legs and does an assessment then makes a recommendation to Martin. She rejects very few." Susan smiled. "They have to be pretty crazy to be rejected." She smiled again. "We do have some...."

"I can imagine. How young can they be?"

"Twenty-one. We do have inquires from or for people younger, sometimes children of former patients. We feel this is a huge life-style change and we have to have a minimum age. We have part of a floor where all patients stay so we can assign nurses that understand the need they have. Most people are out of bed the next day. Each is different and Martin discharges some on the second day."

"Suture removal or PT?"

"For sutures, some have it done when they get home, some stay at the hotel and have us do it. Many people use this in conjunction with a vacation. We have a prosthetist we work with if a patient desires a prosthetic limb. They make a second trip back. She has someone that does PT to teach them how to use the limb. Remember, these people all 'wanted' to be amputees so they don't typically go through all the 'normal' hardships." Susan laughed. "I used crutches when I would pretend."

"Costs?"

"We have a fixed rate for a single leg. Arms are twenty percent less. Additional limbs are half the first if done at the same time. We have a foundation to help with costs when the person can't afford the full cost. Some of the former patients are big contributors."

"Very nice."

"What is your availability?"

"I'm single and ready to begin as soon as I find a place to live. I'm on a sabbatical for six months."

"I've set up a series of interviews for you for the rest of the morning. You'll have a chance to speak with all the principle people involved with the program." She pushed a schedule across the table then stood. "Come with me. We'll be using the conference room for the interviews."

Susan passed the nurses station on the way back to her office.

"Who's the hunk? The nurse with a prosthetic leg extending below her skirt asked.

"Hey Lisa." She paused and scanned the lovely woman's body. "He's interviewing for a position to help Martin."

"Dreamy. I don't suppose he's single."

"He is, and he loves doing amputations."

"But, does he love amputees?"

"I'm sure you'll find out. I think he'll be starting in the next few days."

-

"How did the interview go?" Lisa asked pleasantly as Mike came out of the conference room.

"Great. I'm Mike." He held his hand out.

"Lisa. I'm a day-shift nurse with the 'program'."

"I see." He stared at her prosthetic leg and smiled. How long ago?"

"'Bout a year. I just wear it for work. Do you live in the area?"

"No. I'm just here for the interview."

"We'll-l," she drawled. "If you'd like someone to show you the sights...."

"And I bet you have some nice ones."

"Hmmm. Thank you. And you too...." Her hand dragged across her skirt below her stomach in a suggestive manner. "I get off at three."

"I'm at the Traveler's Inn."

"I know the place. We could have a drink at the bar ... get to know each other." Her hand slipped along his arm near the wrist.