LE GRAN BAL DU VENUS DE MILO (almost complete version)

 

 An Unbelievable Adventure

 

 Edited by  J.R.H. Willson

 

 

I was pleasantly surprised one London October afternoon to see an old friend seated by a window of the King's Arms. I greeted him warmly, being surprised that he

didn't rise, but he did look a little tired. He motioned me to join him, and after a few reminiscences, told me an incredible tale. I found it difficult to believe, but there was

no reason for him to fabricate it. In fact, I was later able to confirm some of the details of the intriguing story. For reasons which will become evident, names of the

principals have been changed

 

--I will call my friend Arthur Alten.

 

 

 J.R.H.W.

 

 I.

 

 

 I had high hopes for a wonderfully enjoyable week, for I had made the arrangements, and knew what was to transpire -- but I was not prepared for the outcome, nor the

tremendous effect that week would have on many peoples' lives. You see, an old friend, Cyrus Ching, a Chinese shipping owner, had made known to me his plan. He

had the same quirk as I, and planned a solution to our long-time dilemma. For he had discovered that Chow Yee Wong, a scientist of international fame (known even

despite the strict Chinese secrecy), had made a startling discovery while pursuing his work on superconductivity. Only they knew the secret side effects of the machine

he had created -- but I'm getting ahead of my story.

 

 Bill and Anitra Nevins, close friends of Mavis and myself, were conversing happily with Mavis as our jet settled onto the runway at Nice. A week at an exclusive resort,

with promise of something different, and all very mysterious, had intrigued us all. For as much as we had travelled, often together, this week had a special appeal to our

fancies. Bill didn't completely share my quirk, but he suspected that Anitra might like it, and of course he knew grossly of the plans. When I say grossly, I

underestimate him, for he was a very perceptive individual whose ability to anticipate a situation was uncanny. It was this keen perception that had brought us together,

for he had observed friction between Mavis and I at our first meeting years ago, and had given me a few tips to help out. He was a good ten years older than the rest of

us, and had developed quite a paunch. He was quite a contrast to the gorgeous Anitra, but they always seemed quite happy with each other. He really had a difficult

life, for Anitra clearly needed to be number one, thus forcing him to curtail his dynamic approach in her favor.

 

  Anitra, a Swedish beauty with long blonde hair and a delectable accent, chattered a good deal, not knowing anything about the details, but delighted beyond belief with

anticipation nevertheless. Mavis, you remember, had a wonderful personality, with the natural sense of humor that often goes with a figure a little on the plump side.

She was also a good sport, a fact which encouraged me to try this daring experiment. I was relatively quiet during the trip, for my excitement was tempered by a

nagging fear that all might not go as expected. And like most things in life, what developed was not what I anticipated -- at once supremely better, and yet enormously

different.

 

 As we were driving into the rolling hills, our excitement mounted. The normally beautiful countryside was a parched brown, for the summer -- long drought had been

the worst in centuries. Had not the trees still been green, I could have imagined that we were in a desert climate. But as we approached the villa, visible on top of a hill a

few kilometers away, we noted with relief that it was set in marvelous greenery -- like an oasis. Apparently the owner had found access to enough water to keep the

majestic palace in all its splendor. The villa was low and rambling, all white with a large expanse of tile roof.

 

 We entered through an impressive stone arch, with old-world wrought iron gates, and showed our invitations to an immaculately uniformed attendant, who waved us

through. As the car crunched to a stop on the gravel at the entrance, I was pleasantly surprised at the quiet elegance of the villa. In all my travels I had never seen a

more beautiful place -- perhaps my excited anticipation colored my impression, but the magnificent foyer seemed more fitting for a grand hotel from times past. The

brocade tapestries, the tasteful sculpture -- all were in such excellent condition that Mavis remarked what a delightful contrast this was to the many ruined and restored

chateaux we'd visited. For this place looked real, all the more so because of the many couples milling around -- the babble of excited chatter indicated the international

nature of the guests -- I counted five different languages which I could identify, and some others I could not.

 

 As our bags were deposited on the gleaming brown tile which seemed to stretch out forever down long corridors, we were approached by an impeccably dressed,

distinguished-looking man -- obviously the manager. He asked something in French, which Anitra promptly answered. As they talked, I wondered if her French also had

a Swedish accent -- perhaps not, for it was her second language, she having learned English as an adult. She translated that we had a suite, as I had arranged, and

that we were free to relax around the grounds until the ball, which started at six.

 

 As the porter carried our bags along the long outdoor corridor, I felt the pleasant beauty of the surroundings relieving my tense feelings about the outcome of the

evening. Our suite was elegant -- a sitting room, a small kitchen, and two luxuriously furnished bedrooms. A large window revealed a different and equally beautiful view

of the neatly maintained grounds. An atmosphere of serenity prevailed.

 

 Anitra was bubbly, her broad smile showing her obvious pleasure. "Le Grand Bal du Venus de Milo," she mused. "What an intriguing idea. Only I did not understand

one instruction -- we are to wear sleeveless gowns, or ones with short sleeves.

 

 Now why would that be? Oh, well, when in Rome -- do you have something, Mavis?"

 

  "I'm sure I do," she replied. "Let's take a stroll around this place -- Art, dear, this is magnificent. Thanks so for suggesting it -- you always have such novel ideas."

 

  "I'm glad you like it," was all I could reply, for I knew why the short sleeves were required -- and novel? She had some surprises coming. For that matter, so did I, but I

didn't know it yet.

 

  After a short, pleasant stroll, we grabbed a relaxing nap, to recover a little from the jet lag.

 

 * * * * *

 

 As we walked along the corridor that evening, I admired the radiantly lovely girls, chattering excitedly. Anitra wore a long, tight-fitting black satin gown, cut very low in

front, and with narrow, jewelled straps. She wore opera-length evening gloves, their slender whiteness extending gracefully from beneath her mink stole. Her long legs

were accentuated by the clinging skirt, and her nylon-clad feet were daintily set off by the slim straps of her high-heeled sandals. Mavis had selected a chiffon cocktail

length dress, very elegant, and also low cut. Her Stonemarten stole reminded me of the excitement of smuggling it out of Greece years ago. Her shapely legs were

inviting, and she wore highheeled glass (really clear plastic) shoes displaying her neatly manicured toes with sensuality. Both girls wore distinctive, tasteful jewelry -- or

at least I thought so, for Bill and I both selected it all for them. We even had some specially made to his designs. We were of course in evening dress -- I ribbed Bill

about the fancy, ruffled shirt he was wearing, but he dismissed the remark as though his mind was on something else.

 

 We were greeted in the foyer by the manager, who directed us to a side door, the main arched entry being blocked by an ornate screen. I caught a fleeting glimpse of

the guests already in the ballroom, and my heart skipped a beat -- it was really true! The small room we entered was only dimly illuminated; a low-pitched hum

permeated the area. I saw an oriental woman, handsome despite the grey in her black hair, but my eyes were drawn to the apparatus surrounding her. On a table

behind her was a complex-appearing device, with two large glass globes on top of it, glowing faintly blue inside. Other pieces of equipment were on the floor, under the

table, and beside it, some still in shipping crates, and others on top of them. The floor was barely discernible beneath the spaghetti-like maze of heavy electrical cables

connecting the equipment. Tall cylinders of gas were stacked in a rack against the far wall, tubing from them mingling with the cables on the floor. The woman rose

from behind a low console, covered with a myriad of switches and dials.  "You are English?" she asked, smiling.

 

 "We are American," Anitra answered, looking around the room in bewilderment.

 

  "Splendid. I am Madame Chow. Welcome to Le Gran Bal du Venus de Milo -- I have a few preliminaries before you enter." She seated herself and shuffled through

some cards. "You are the Altens and the Nevins, yes?" Noting the affirmative responses, she continued, looking intently at the girls. "You must be pledged to complete

secrecy about this machine, even should you decline to participate. Please sign these agreements." They agreed in wonderment, and I felt myself tense with

anticipation. Madame Chow lifted a wand-like device of gleaming gold and ivory, with a delicately scrolled handle, on which was a tiny button and an ornate knob. A

braided metal hose and a heavy electric cord went from the handle to coils on the floor. She fitted a small gold ring onto the end of the wand, and explained, "This is a

machine which shrinks matter for a period of time. As you may know, all matter is more than 99% voids, and only appears to be solid. This instrument can reduce the

molecules to a nearly solid density, without altering their structure in any other way. So I can do this," she said, adjusting the knob until a faint hiss could be heard.

Checking the dials and adjusting a few switches and knobs, she raised her hand and waved the wand at it. I was startled by a pattern of thin ruby-red rays of light

suddenly reflecting around the inside of the glass spheres, recognizing them as laser beams, and immediately heard a gasp from the girls. Looking at Madame Chow, I

saw that her index finger was now only a short stump an inch or so in length!

 

 She continued, "There's no pain at all. The finger is still there, but you would need a microscope to see it. To all appearances, it has been neatly amputated, but in 15

seconds, it will reappear."

 

 Anitra reached her gloved finger to touch the nub, and remarked. "How very interesting. But what is this all leading towards?"

 

 Then, without warning, the stump started to grow quite rapidly. In a second, it was a complete finger, and Madame Chow flexed it to demonstrate that it was indeed

normal again. She continued, "As you know, this is the Bal du Venus de Milo, and I'm sure that you recollect that she is without arms. So you may spend the evening

temporarily armless . . . ."

 

 "Oh, no!" Mavis exclaimed, shrinking back. Anitra's mouth was open in amazement.

 

 Just then, a curtain rustled, and a beautiful Chinese woman appeared -- I recognized her immediately as Cyrus Ching's wife -- but my heart started pounding when I

noticed that from the shortsleeved green brocade sheath with a high mandarin collar protruded not arms, but neatly rounded creamy white stumps! She introduced

herself with a little bow, and welcomed the girls. "I hope that you have a truly delightful evening -- everything has been arranged for your enjoyment and comfort. You, of

course, may refuse to participate, and you will be quietly escorted away from here, but even so, you must maintain your pledge of secrecy."

 

 The ensuing silence was agonizing, at least to me, as I watched Madame Ching looking at the girls, and they studying her. Mavis appeared to be almost in a state of

shock. Anitra seemed to be in deep thought, and reached out to touch one of Madame Ching's stumps, which she promptly extended a little.

 

 Anitra broke the silence. She asked slowly, "We must have our arms reduced to remain?" a troubled expression on her face.

 

 "Those are the rules. It's quite safe, and as Madame Chow mentioned, completely painless."

 

 "But why?" Mavis asked. "Why would anyone want to do such a ridiculous thing? I think it's completely asinine."

 

 Madame Ching looked puzzled. "You don't know that your men will appreciate you more without arms?" she asked.

 

 "Appreciate me more? Why, that's ridiculous. Because I'd be helpless?" she asked, and then turned to me. "Do you want me to have my arms amputated? Like hers?

she asked, pointing to Madame Ching's stumps.

 

 "Yes," I replied, barely audible. "I do. My mouth was bonedry, for this was what I had feared. I shouldn't have been so surreptitious. "I mean, not amputated, but

reduced. As Madame Ching said, it's perfectly safe -- she's participating.

 

 "And so are many others," she noted, waving a stump, in the general direction of the ballroom.

 

 "Well, I won't have any part of it," Mavis exclaimed. "If

 

 we have to leave, we'll leave. I'm not going to spend 15 seconds without arms. This is sick!"

 

 My hopes crashed to the floor. I had exposed my fervent desires, and spent a good deal of money -- for nothing. Worse than nothing. Things would never be the same

again, I could tell by looking at Mavis' scowl.

 

 Anitra toyed with one of Madame Ching's stumps. "You are certain that it is completely safe, for you have tried it," she said to her as if thinking aloud.

 

 "Many times," she replied. "My husband enjoys me this way. It's not bad at all, you know. If you choose to participate, I'm sure you'll find some enjoyment."

 

 Anitra looked at Bill. "Would you like me to participate?" she asked seriously.

 

 "If you'd like," he replied. What have you got to lose?"

 

 "Will you promise to take proper care of me while I am without arms?"

 

 "Of course I will," he replied."

 

 I brightened at the renewed possibility and put my arm around Mavis. "And I'll promise to be your complete slave-- your wish will be my command."

 

 She looked at me almost in disbelief, and then turned to Anitra. "Are you serious?" she asked.

 

 "Oh, why not?" she replied. "I have often wondered how one would feel without a limb. I am tempted to try it for an evening."

 

 "I'm scared. This is all too much at once," Mavis said.

 

 "Would you like to try the 15 second reduction of your finger as I did?" Madame Chow asked.

 

 "Yes." Anitra said. and extended her hand. Madame Chow grasped her wrist, and waved the wand at her outstretched index finger. With the same flash of lights, the

finger shrunk as the wand was advanced, until only a short stump of a finger remained, the glove contoured neatly around the tip.

 

 "Why, you are right -- there is no pain at all. There is simply no feeling! This is amazing -- Mavis, will you also do it?" she saaid extending the stump for Mavis to feel the

tip. She had barely touched it when it began to grow again. "Absolutely amazing!" she repeated. "I will do it if you will also, Mavis."

 

 "I - I'm not sure. I guess it is safe, but . . ." she replied hesitatingly as she cautiously extended her finger. Like Anitra's, it was quickly reduced to a stump, and she

pressed her thumb to it. "It feels so strange," she said, moving it around. Then it promptly grew to its full length. "So it's painless-- and safe," she meditated aloud. "But

I'm so . . . I know I'm not going to enjoy it, so why should I . . . ." she trailed off, obviously confused.

 

 It will be like bondage, will it not?" Anitra remarked.

 

 "I've never wanted to try that either," Mavis replied. She cast a furtive glance at me, and then turned to Anitra. "I - I guess if you're going to do it, I will too." She looked

at me again, and smiled weakly.

 

 "I'll see to it that you enjoy yourself," I promised.

 

 "Then shall we proceed?" Anitra asked. "What do we do now?"

 

 "Remove your stoles," Madame Chow directed. Bill and I complied, and collected their handbags as well. Looking at Anitra, she said, "Turn down the tops of your

gloves a little -- it's not necessary to remove them. Good. Which of you is Mrs. Nevins?"

 

 "I am," Anitra answered. "Why must you know that?"

 

 "Your programs are slightly different," Madame Chow remarked as she fitted a larger gold ring onto the wand. Now I could see tiny perforations around the inner

circumference of the ring -- I fumbled hopelessly with the principle of the device. I knew that gases could be compressed to a fraction of their volume, but solids? The

whole idea was mind-boggling -- and absolutely fascinating. Madame Chow made several adjustments at the console, and instructed, "Hold your arms out straight."

She then stepped from behind the eerie dials, and with one smooth motion of the wand with the ring encircling the arm, advanced it from Anitra's outstretched fingertips

towards her shoulder. I watched in amazement as the fingers, the hand and the arm disappeared as the ring advanced. Even the jewelled watch on her wrist just --

disappeared! She stopped just as the last bit of white glove vanished, and there was Anitra with only a gorgeous stump of an arm! She made another adjustment, and

the other arm seemingly evaporated. Then, repeating the process, she also reduced Mavis' arms to glorious stumps.

 

 "Is that all there is to it?" Anitra asked.

 

 "That is all," Madame Chow answered, directing us to replace the stoles. My heart was beating rapidly as I gently lowered Mavis' new stumps, and fondled them

lovingly as I placed the stole around them. I kissed her cheek softly. "Have a grand evening," Madame Chow offered as she set the wand down.

 

 "Oh!" Mavis exclaimed. "What do I do if I have to go to the bathroom?"

 

 Madame Chang laughed. "Maids are in attendance in the lavatories -- you will find them very efficient and pleasant.

 

 Come along -- I'll introduce you," she said, lifting one of those delightful nubs to show the way. Bill and I retrieved the girls' tiny handbags, and escorted them through

the door into the grand ballroom. After we had deposited their wraps at the cloakroom counter, Anitra explored various movements of the abbreviated appendages.

 

 "They are really neat," she exclaimed. "And there is no feeling at all. How fascinating! How funny it feels to bend an elbow and have nothing happen. Or flex fingers -- it

feels as if there is nothing there. Have you tried it, Mavis?"

 

 "Yes, and I'm not sure I like it," she replied. "Do you really enjoy this?"

 

 "It is so different," Anitra mused. "I am glad I tried this--now I will know how it feels to be missing a limb. It is not at all as I would have thought."

 

 Mavis pointed a nub at me and said, "Is my arm really still there?" She had a worried look on her face.

 

 I looked intently at the tip. I could see only a tiny bud, and touched it with my finger. "It's there all right," I assured her. "But it's really very tiny. How does it feel?"

 

 "It doesn't," she said. "I hope this turns out all right. I'm worried."

 

 "Oh, it's going to be great," I assured her. "And there's nothing to worry about -- remember, I'm at your service." I suddenly found myself garrulous, now that I realized

fully that my fears that one or both lovely women would refuse to participate had not materialized. My elation must have been clearly evident.

 

 Mavis laughed, "You're enjoying this more than I am."

 

 I laughed with her, and placed my arms around her, savoring the feel of the breast-length nubbin. "I'll make your evening happy too," I promised. I enjoyed the round of

introductions, especially to the ladies, all of whom had arm stumps of similar length. They instinctively offered them as though they were still arms-- Anitra quickly

adapted and raised one of her nubs to touch the outstretched stumps. I took the opportunity to take each one in my hand and bowed to kiss its tip -- to the enjoyment of

the lovely women, I was pleased to note.

 

 This had exceeded my wildest dreams -- a roomful of beautiful, armless women! And my own Mavis, and delightful Anitra included -- I was too busy enjoying it all to

even anticipate the future.

 

 The girls seated themselves gracefully on a luxurious couch, and Bill and I took bubbling glasses of champagne from a tray offered by a cute maid. Her two arms

seemed out of place here, but practicality must prevail, I concluded. As I offered Mavis a sip, I felt awkward holding the glass to her lip -- as a matter of fact, some

champaign spilled, dripping from her chin, and she made futile attempts to brush it away with her stumps. I laughed, as I took my handkerchief and wiped it away,

conscious of her scowl. Then as I inserted the handkerchief between her breasts, she giggled, and brushed my hand with the tip of a nub. I impulsively leaned over and

kissed her, fondly. I sat beside her, and taking both arm remnants in my hands said, "Did I ever tell you that I've fallen in love with you?" She returned my kiss; placing

her stumps on my cheeks, to my great delight.

 

 "You two stop that!" Anitra joked, laughing gaily. "There will be time for that later. I would like a cigarette, please." I turned and reached for her purse, selected a

cigarette, placed it carefully in her lips, and quickly lit it. As I removed the cigarette, she blew the delicious smoke at the match, extinguishing it. We both laughed, and

she snuggled closer. How near heaven I was, sitting between the two helpless beauties, surrounded by glorious stumps -- I was too excited to even get aroused. Bill

had wandered off, as he was prone to do, and I found myself happily busy taking care of both girls. Mavis didn't smoke, but I was constantly occupied lifting the

champagne glasses. I was much more accomplished sitting beside the lovely creatures, for I could put my head close to theirs and handle the glasses much more

smoothly. I found that I became much more sensitive to their wants, and no more spillage occurred, although I was tempted with Anitra, for I so wanted to mop around

her beautiful cleavage. Since I am right handed, I noted that bringing the glass around Anitra's head worked very well, and pulled her delightfully towards me. She was

enjoying every second of it, and used a stump on my hand to guide it.

 

 "This is different, and interesting, is it not?' she asked of Mavis.

 

 "It's different, all right," she scowled. "I feel so completely helpless. I've had enough already."

 

 "Oh, come now," Anitra chided. "Why don't you relax and enjoy it? Do you not like being waited upon?"

 

 "Oh, that part is sort of fun," she replied. "But I just don't like the idea of having to be waited on. It's like I've just given myself completely into Arthur's hands."

 

 "Yes, I know, " Anitra agreed. "And I think that I very much like that feeling. We often do hold back our feelings, to the detriment of our enjoyment -- do you agree,

Mavis?"

 

 "Well, maybe. Sure, I hold back my feelings sometimes -- but there's protection from being hurt, you know, I guess that's what I don't like -- I'm so vulnerable now. I'm

worried silly that something is going to go wrong, and I'll be stranded and helpless. I've lost any independence, too, I can't be at all confident that I can get what I want.

Don't you see that?"

 

 "Oh, you do worry too much," Anitra chided. "And we can get anything we want, merely by asking." She turned to me and said, "I would like another cigarette, please."

I complied, and after she had blown the thin stream of smoke through her pursed lips, she continued. "See? There is nothing to it." She turned and thanked me with

that broad smile.

 

 "Oh, for you I'm sure it works. You did that sort of thing anyway," she said, a little jealous. It was true, of course, for I had observed that Anitra used every little trick in

the book to get men to wait on her. And I was ready to jump at her every command -- she really had this game mastered.

 

 "But you could also," Anitra replied. "Do try, Mavis -- it is only being feminine, and I like that very much."

 

 Mavis laughed, a little nervously. "O.K. -- I'll try." She turned to me and said, "I would like a sip of champagne, dear."

 

 She batted her eyelashes as she spoke, and we all burst into laughter at that. Mavis almost couldn't stop long enough to take the sip as I offered it to her. "Now I'm

your poor, helpless baby -- do take care of little old me," she giggled as she wiggled close to me and lay her head on my shoulder.

 

 "I'll be delighted to." I replied happily, pulling her close to me. "Remember, I'm your slave now."

 

 I was in ecstasy in sly great fortune, and was a little disappointed when Bill returned. He already showed the effects of champagne, but responded when Anitra

suggested that we dance to the strains of soft music emanating from the adjoining room. I assisted the ladies up with a hand under their stumps, and placed my arm

around Mavis to escort her, delighting when she stroked it with her nub. "Happy?" I asked. She nodded weakly, and I felt that she still wasn't enjoying the evening. I

bent over to kiss her neck, and was pleased with the resultant wiggle and pressure from the arm remnant. She looked a little worried as we faced each other on the

dance floor, but relaxed a little as she looked at the other armless beauties happily dancing. I lifted her stumps, holding her right one in my cupped hand, and resting

the other on my encircling arm, I pulled her close, and stepped out. Mavis loved to dance, and was very light on her feet. I was pleased to note that she was enjoying it

greatly -- the delightful feel of her stumps prompted me to even better dancing than usual. As the dance ended, the men applauded, the women beaming at their

partners. I marvelled at how happy they all appeared, for I suspected that none of them had any real desire to be armless. But women do like to be a little helpless at

times, so they must be enjoying that feeling, knowing that it was only temporary.

 

 I asked Anitra for a dance, and we exchanged partners. She was an even better dancer than Mavis, and we had enjoyed dancing together many times. She had

adapted marvelously to her lack of arms, and was fast becoming expert with the short stumps. We did twirls, back bends and the complete repertoire, her beautifully

tanned arm remnants flying with a grace that implied that she had been armless all her life. At the conclusion, we fell happily into each other's arms -- or rather my arms

and her remains. I touched our foreheads and rubbed noses -- she stroked my cheeks with those delightful nubs -- it was supreme ecstasy for me, especially since she

was enjoying it so very much.

 

 The buffet dinner was another wonderful experience. Bill and I each took a single plate, and added what the girls directed with their arm stumps. Feeding them tiny

bites gave me great pleasure, and I was happy that Mavis appeared to be enjoying it now. The champagne and the dancing had relaxed her, and she jokingly teased

me with her nubs as I placed the delicious morsels in her mouth. Bill didn't seem nearly as happy as I was, but Anitra was exuberant and playful, and he liked her

attentiveness.

 

 Strolling around the crowded room after dinner, I spotted Cyrus across the room. Pulling Mavis along, I extended warm greetings, and thanked him profusely for

arranging such an exciting time. In response to my questions, he confirmed that he had smuggled Dr. Chow and his machine out of China at some risk, for Dr. Chow

had wanted to escape the Communist oppression. He had brought the only complete machine, which incidentally had not been designed for the purpose it was now

being used. It seems that Dr. Chow had been busy with an experiment, when his curious kitten jumped onto the table and playfully pawed at the flashing lights. The

paw had disappeared, to the bewilderment of both of them. He was guilt-stricken, until the paw quickly reappeared. Realizing the significance of his discovery, he made

many experiments on animals, ultimately proving the complete safety of the device, to the point of trying it -- first on himself, and then on his wife, for he, too, shared our

quirk.

 

 It seemed natural that he would approach Cyrus, offering the use of the machine in exchange for his escape. Dr. Chow was introduced but he spoke no English. I

recognized his wife as the charming lady who had operated the machine -- she was at his side, herself now armless like the rest.

 

 I hated to see the evening draw to a close, but I was savoring the thoughts of what lay ahead, for although the ball ended at midnight, our women would remain

armless for a longer time. I began to worry again -- wondering what their reactions would be when they discovered that they would be without arms for a while longer.

We bade pleasant goodbyes to all, and collected the girls' wraps.

 

 As we made our way along the wide corridor, Anita was still talking excitedly. The girls' stoles again completely covered their stumps, but Anitra continued to wave

them as she talked, making quickly darting bulges in the fur. Bill was quiet, and I suspected that he had imbibed a bit too much, as he usually did. Mavis walked quietly

at my side, and I wondered what her thoughts were as I caressed her through the soft fur.

 

 In the suite, we sipped a nightcap as we relaxed. Bill had disappeared, and I was just as happy to be alone with the lovely beauties. I had mixed a single drink, which

we all sipped in turn. Anitra spoke with a hint of remorse, "Well, midnight is almost here. This has been a delightful experience -- I will be a little sorry to see it all end."

 

 "It's not over yet," I said, giving them the first hint.

 

 "You mean our arms won't materialize at midnight?" Mavis asked in a surprised, and somewhat panicky tone.

 

 "Not quite," I replied. "We wanted to savor you this way for a while longer."

 

 "How much longer?" Mavis persisted.

 

 "That's a secret," I replied, kissing her cheek.

 

 "How am I going to undress for bed?" she queried?

 

 "I'll be delighted to take care of that," I replied.

 

 The drink finished, we rose, and after bidding Anitra good night, entered our bedroom. Anitra promptly appeared at the door and excitedly said, "Bill has passed out --

now how will I undress?

 

 "We'll have to call a maid," Mavis offered. I picked up the telephone, and hearing the reply in French, held it for Anitra. She clasped the handset to her ear and chin

with a stump, and talked rapidly, gesticulating with her free arm remnant.

 

 I caught the falling handset as she released it. "There are no maids," she said slowly. "What now?"

 

 "I'll be glad to help," I said, my excitement at the prospect arousing Mavis.

 

 "No way," she said, glaring at me. Then, after thinking it for a second, she continued, "I guess that's the only way, but I'm going to be a stern chaperone."

 

 We all went into their bedroom, which we could have found blindfolded by listening to the loud snores of Bill.

 

 "My lover," Anitra joked, waving a nub at him. She faced me with a big smile, and kicked off her sandals. I turned her around, and unzipped her gown. Slipping the

jewelled straps off her beautiful bare shoulders, I let the gown drop to the floor, and she daintily stepped out. She really didn't have much on now--only pantyhose and a

strapless wired black bra. I paused to admire her delightful figure -- trim hips, a schoolgirl waist, and full breasts. Every line perfect, especially the dangling stumps. I

made to undo the bra, but Mavis all but shrieked, "Put on a nightie first!" waving her stumps wildly. Anitra laughed, and pointed one of her nubs, and I took a flimsy one

out of the drawer. She raised both of those lovely things high, and I slipped it over her head, and adjusted the straps as she dropped the abbreviated appendages.

When I undid the bra with almost trembling fingers, and pulled it out from under the nightie, noting the firmness of those lovely breasts.

 

 "You really didn't need this," I noted. for they were as erect and pretty as they had been with the bra.

 

 "I did so," she laughed, shaking her torso so that they bounced delightfully.

 

 Mavis shouted, "Cut that out!" her jealousy showing. I laughed hastily as I reached under the nightgown, and peeled off the pantyhose, savoring every inch. Anitra sat

on the edge of her bed, and extended her dainty feet. I relished removing the hose from them, she wiggling her toes sensually. I gently removed her earrings and

necklace.

 

 "Anything more?" I asked hopefully.

 

 "That's enough!" Mavis exploded. "Let's go." I pulled the bedcovers back, and Anitra slid in sexily, leaning back and supporting herself with the extended stumps. I

knew that her nightgown would have hiked up, but I didn't dare offer to straighten it. Gently pulling the covers over her shoulders, I gave her a quick kiss and wished her

goodnight.

 

 "Leave the door ajar," she said softly, "and your own also. If I need something during the night. I do not think I will be able to wake Bill." Mavis had fortunately started

for our room and didn't hear the request. I complied, and secretly hoped that she would need something. Little did I know what she had in mind.  I enjoyed undressing

Mavis, too, but she wasn't all that happy about it. I placed lingering kisses on each part of her soft body as it was uncovered. I helped her into the bed, and quickly

undressed. I climbed in alongside her, wearing only my jockey shorts, for that was what I liked to sleep in, and snuggled up close. She responded hesitatingly to my

caresses, and finally said that she was tired. With great disappointment, I climbed into my own bed -- I had so wanted sex with an armless beauty.

 

 I turned out the light, and lay awake, thinking about the wonderful evening. Mavis was soon asleep, as her deep, regular breathing proclaimed. I saw a shadow flit

through the moonlit door opening, and my heartbeat increased. "Anitra?" I whispered.

 

 "No, it is only the maid," she laughed as she sat on the bed. I reached for her soft body, and felt my hand clamped between her stumps. She pulled gently, and I

quickly rose and followed her out of the room, quietly closing the door behind me. Outside, I pulled her close, loving the feel of those grand breasts on my chest, and

delighting as she rubbed my cheeks and neck with those soft arm nubs, returning my kiss with excitement. I steered her to the sitting room, and turned on a soft light.

As I sat beside her on the couch, her sensuous feet stroked my calf. I could now see her face, all smiles, and resumed kissing her -- all over. As I fumbled the

nightgown straps over her shoulders, I all but gasped at the sight of her bare breasts--they were perfectly formed, but creamy white in contrast to her well tanned torso.

They stood out like snow-capped mountains in a desert. I nibbled at them with great delight, amplified by her gentle stroking of my head with those wonderful soft

stumps.

 

 Then she abruptly leaned back, and as I sat up, startled, I felt her foot slide up my leg. She deftly inserted her wiggling toes inside the elastic waistband of my shorts,

and I almost yelped aloud as her foot teased my genitals playfully. I leaned over her, turning so that I could enjoy her foot caressing, but getting close enough to fondle

those beautiful breasts again. She rubbed the back of my hands with her stumps, and giggled as she increased her foot massage tempo. My organ jumped instantly to

attention, and I noted with satisfaction that her nipples were firm. I dropped my hand to her silken gold love patch, and was delighted to feel the warm, moist, velvet-like

smoothness. As I fondled everything I could, wishing I had four hands, she deftly pushed my shorts down with that dainty foot.

 

 I could hardly wait now, and moved about so she could slide them off completely, and laughed as she swung them in a triumphant circle with her foot. I pulled the

nightgown up, and she raised the cute stumps as I slid it over her head. Her perfumed warmth was overpowering as I lowered myself gently onto her. She wiggled

contentedly as I entered, her legs encircling me and her stumps flailing wildly as she desperately tried to grab me. I held them to me as our bucking tempo rapidly

increased. Her excitement was extreme now, and she squirmed in wild ecstasy, then opened her eyes wide in silent gratitude.

 

 With only a slight pause, she resumed, and I felt all my nerves tingle as I erupted explosively. I fell onto her, and covered her with kisses, happily encased in her

warmth, and thrilling to the gentle stroking of her arm remnants.

 

 "You're fantastic!" I whispered. "God, what a woman. I've dreamed of this for years, thinking, 'that lucky Bill'. "Wow!"

 

 "That 'lucky Bill' is nothing by comparison. You are all I hoped for and more. This is heaven," she cooed, loving my caressing and kissing, and moving around to

present more places to my eager lips.

 

 "God, when I think of all the years I've known you -- I've always had a 'hands off' attitude -- I never knew you cared for me," I bblurted out.

 

 "Well, I did," she smiled at me. "And when you undressed me, I had an irrepressible desire -- I almost could not stand it when your hands touched me under the

nightgown. I am so glad that you did that just the way you did. You are so good!" she said with a wiggle of her body pressed to mine.

 

 "I really enjoyed that," I replied, beaming at her, "But this is so much better. You're perfect."

 

 "Do you like me without arms?" she asked, holding the sensuous remnants up to inspect them.

 

 "Yes, I do, very much," I said, kissing them both. "I can't explain it, but you're more beautiful and fantastically desirable this way. Do you like it?"

 

 "I like right now," she said softly. "I had never thought of this, but I have enjoyed the evening so much -- I do very much like being waited upon. I do not mind being

helpless when you are around. Hold me closer -- I dearly love that -- you must hold me twice as hard, since I cannot hold you."

 

 I pulled her close to me, and relaxed, enjoying everything in reflection. 'What a dream,' I thought. 'This is too good to be true.' But when I looked at Anitra's serene

countenance, her eyes closed, and a smile on her lips, I knew it was real. I leaned over to kiss those inviting lips, and then rolled over, standing with her legs tightly

around me. I bent over to retrieve her nightgown, and carried her into her bedroom, my now limp organ still happily encased inside her. I lowered her onto the bed, and

reluctantly let her go. I was tingling all over as I slipped the nightie over her raised stumps, and tucked her under the bedcovers. With a long lingering kiss, I left the

room with great reluctance, and dropped into my own bed. 'What a grand finale to a grand night,' I thought as I dropped into a restful sleep.

 

 

II.

 

 

 I awoke to bright rays of sunshine streaming through the drapes. I stretched, and looked at Mavis, still asleep -- then the previous evening's excitement, returned, for

the delightful stumps were still there, lying limp outside the tangled bed covers. At once I climbed in with her, and snuggled close to her lovely, soft body. I caressed the

nearest nub fondly, then one of her inviting breasts. She stirred, and moved a stump slowly, then abruptly opened her eyes wide. I quickly kissed her partly open mouth

as she held up both arm remnants and studied them. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled weakly and slowly stroked my cheeks. My kisses spread rapidly, and her

giggles were punctuated with playful pokes and gentle rubs with her delightful stumps, which got more than their share of kissing. I pulled soft folds of their skin with

my pressed lips, to her great delight. What a wonderful girl, I thought, and told her so.

 

 We progressed slowly, savouring all manner of positions, experimenting to get different feelings for both of us from those glorious nubs. But I must confess, the one I

liked the best was the feel of her soft lips around me while she stroked my groin and pelvis with her stump tips. My tongue got a lot of satisfying exercises before I

scrambled around to pull her on top me. The light in her eyes revealed her happiness as she placed her nubs just below my collarbones to support her weight, jiggling

her dangling breasts against my bare chest. Her stumps slipped off several times as the tempo increased, and she laughed each time as she fell onto me. Her warm

pressure was so pleasant that I let her struggle a little before pushing her up again. I finally supported her shoulders and she responded by stroking everything within

reach of the little nubs. By moving her torso, I could direct them to my neck, my eyes, my cheeks -- and of course, those soft, full breasts pressed against me often.

Again I wanted four hands to be able to fondle more places. But that was being greedy, for I'm not sure I could stand much more pleasure. Our simultaneous climax

was most satisfying to both of us, for we knew each other's timing perfectly from years of practice-- I found that even though my pleasure and excitement was directly

increased by her stumps, I could still anticipate precisely. She stretched out on top of me, basking in the afterglow, and I delighted in the pressure of her body,

savouring all I could reach with my now-free hands.

 

 I finally maneuvered us around so that she sat in my lap, still encasing me by wrapping her legs around my waist-- I had to place my hands under her armpits to keep

her from falling over backwards. She waved her stumps around, and said happily, "These things really turn you on, don't they, dear? You've never been better."

 

 I leaned forward to accept her kiss and more fondling, for she was now not the least bit bashful about using her soft nubs. "Do they ever, love," I replied. "I think you

like them too, don't you?"

 

 "Well, I really don't like being helpless all the time, but right now is perfect. And they tingle so delightfully -- kiss them some more." She raised the nubs to my mouth. I

opened it gradually wider, sucking the tip of the soft appendage further into my mouth until I could feel my teeth gently touching the smooth skin. Mavis squealed with

delight and wiggled it, at the same time caressing my cheek with the other one. She was excited again, and shuddered with ecstasy as I slowly slid my mouth away,

massaging vigorously with my tongue. Before I could even catch my breath, the other nub was pressed to me for similar treatment. She bounced up and down in my

lap, and cried, "Do come alive down there, dear -- this is heaven!"

 

 "You nympho," I laughed after I had freed my mouth. "I'm an old man, you know."

 

 "Oh. drat!" she beamed, jiggling her pendulous breasts with her stumps, then raising them and sensuously letting each one slide off the tip. "Do you like these as

much as Anitra's?"

 

 "They're a lot closer to home," I lied, releasing a hand to fondle one. She placed the nub against my hand and guided it around.

 

 "I want to do something special to please you," she said.

 

 "You've done it," I said, as my limp organ slid out. She slid onto the floor and fondled it gently with her soft stumps as I spread my legs to make room. "I want to take

good care of you," she addressed it, placing a fond kiss as she held it up with one of the nubs.

 

 "How about a shower?" I asked with anticipation.

 

 "Oh, goody," she laughed, standing quickly and running for the door. "Come on, slowpoke!"

 

 Once lathered up, the feel of her body was even more pleasant, especially the stroking with her ever-active stumps. I savored them particularly, but I delighted in

massaging every inch of her soft body. We reluctantly rinsed, and I dried us slowly, she playfully getting her cute nubs in the way periodically. I slipped the towel behind

her fanny, and she rubbed back and forth briskly, accompanied by sensuous jiggling of both her breasts and stumps. I stood behind her, pulling her close, enjoying the

feel of her soft hair as she leaned her head against my neck.

 

 She slowly pulled away, and with a glowing smile at me stepped gaily into the bathroom. "What shall I wear today?" she mused aloud.

 

 "You're a true Venus," I said admiringly. "Let's start with these," holding up some dark chocolate pantyhose. She sat on the bed and extended a tiny foot. As I slipped

on the sheer nylon, she wiggled her toes and arched her foot repeatedly, obviously pleased as I smoothed the stocking and caressed her toes, foot and ankle. I

progressed slowly up her calves, alternating from one to the other, fitting the hose as if I were creating a work of art. I passed her knees, and savored her thighs,

wondering aloud if I'd make it much further. She laughed gaily, and abruptly placed her stockinged arches against my neck, sliding them down to massage my

shoulders and up to caress my cheeks. I kissed them repeatedly with great pleasure. "You're delightfully expert with those," I noted.

 

 I just discovered them," she replied, alternately stretching each leg and admiring it.

 

 "Come now, you two lovebirds!" Anitra laughed from the doorway. You have been at that long enough. Come out now." I turned to look at her -- she was clad only in

trim white shorts and a halter, plenty enough for that figure, I thought. I mused that Bill had missed a lot of enjoyment, but knew that she enjoyed parading her lovely

body in near-nudity.

 

 "Killjoy," Mavis said trying to scowl, but too happy to be convincing.

 

 I reluctantly pulled up the waistband as she stood, and snapped the elastic smartly against her tummy. "Ouch!" she cried, pulling away, and bending over, trying to

massage it with futility. "You meanie!" I laughed, and kissed away the hurt. I started fitting her bra, adjusting each breast several times, to her obvious delight. She

interfered a lot with her again active stumps, which I kissed out of the way.

 

 "I think I'd like that pink Angora sweater, dear. I have some matching socks for these," she said, holding out the nubs. I kissed each one before slipping the short

socks over, and then fitted the sweater over the raised beauties, smoothing it with loving care. The results were most gratifying, for the sweater and the socks were in

fact of nearly identical material, so the effect was as if the sweater had been perfectly tailored to the stumps -- the short sleeves extended to just where the graceful

curve of the tips started, and the little socks fit precisely around them. I smoothed the soft Angora over and over, although there really wasn't a wrinkle or lump at all.

Mavis was obviously pleased, too, or she struck all sorts of poses with the sensually-clad nubs, sharing my admiration by viewing herself in the mirror. She brought

them to my cheeks in what was becoming as natural a movement as putting her arms around me had been. She placed her forehead against mine, and I found myself

gazing into almost starry eyes. I placed my hands over her soft stumps, now even more sensuous in the soft sweater, and caressed their tips with my fingers as I felt

my lips being drawn to hers. After all these years, I was falling uncontrollably in love again with this delightful creature.

 

 I pried myself away, and holding those delectable appendages cupped in my outstretched arms, admired her smiling beauty. I felt a warm glow at having brought her

so much happiness -- what a gratifying and pleasant surprise, for the best I had hoped for was that she would be a good sport. I selected a white, pleated skirt, and she

interrupted me. "You forgot my girdle, dear."

 

 "Sorry, no girdle." I said firmly. "I want you to feel soft and lovely."

 

 "But I'll look too fat," she said, turning and looking at herself in this mirror.

 

 "No way," I assured her, stepping behind her and massaging the sides of her full, soft hips, and pulling up delightful folds of the nylon-clad flesh. "I like you just the

way you are."

 

 "But Anitra has such a perfect figure -- you like her better than me, don't you?"

 

 "Can't I like you both?"

 

 "Only if you love me," she said, raising her stumps in preparation for an embrace.

 

 "I do love you -- oh, do I love you!" I said, steppinng into the raised beauties, and kissing her passionately.

 

 "You just love these," she said, holding the nubs still extended, and looking at each in turn.

 

 "Well, I have to admit that they've added a whole new dimension to you -- what a transformation!"

 

 "You mean subtracted a new dimension, don't you?" she laughed. I laughed with her, and held the skirt for her. She placed a stump on my shoulder for support, and

put one leg through, then the other. As I pulled the skirt up, she wiggled her hips rapidly, the sweater-clad stumps jiggling delightfully. I smoothed imaginary wrinkles

out of the pantyhose with my hands inside the skirt, then reluctantly zipped up the side and smoothed the sweater. She refused the high-heeled sandals I selected, and

chose some with a medium heel. "I want to explore this place some more," she explained. "I saw just enough yesterday to want to savour it all day." She sat on the bed

as I fitted the sandals, the white straps being strikingly set off by the dark hose, sheer enough so that her neat toes were clearly visible. She flexed them and the ankles

of her newly-discovered feet. Women's feet had always attracted me, and although I really preferred only one, I found Mavis' especially attractive now, as though their

sensuality was greatly accentuated by her lack of arms. I massaged her calves, and was well up under her skirt when Anitra called again. With a sigh, I gave a last

loving pat and reached to assist Mavis up, but she had already stood, and was walking back and forth in front of the mirror.

 

 "What do I do with these when I walk?" she queried, experimenting with various stump motions.

 

 "What would you like to do with them?"

 

 "I'd like them to look good."

 

 "They look great!" I exclaimed. "When you let them swing naturally, just a little -- like that." Her walk was really sensual. "You look perfectly natural without arms," I

observed.

 

 "I'm enjoying it more all the time," she cooed. "Why don't you get dressed?" she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom towards the little kitchen.

 

 I laughed, a little embarrassed that I'd forgotten that I was totally nude and had been ready to step out of the bedroom to follow her. I slipped on walking shorts and a

polo shirt quickly, and joined the group. Anitra was sitting on Bill's lap, playfully poking him with her well-tanned, bare stumps. Mavis greeted me with, "Would you make

me a Bloody Mary, dear?" as she deftly eased a chair out with her foot. She sat gracefully before I could assist her.

 

 "Of course. Anyone else?"

 

 "That sounds very good," Anitra said, "Mavis, you look lovely -- Art did a fine job of dressing you, but he is surely slow."

 

 "I need more practice," I laughed, as I started the drinks to the always pleasant sound of ice clinking into glasses.

 

 As I brought the drinks to the table, Mavis rose, and motioned me to her chair. As I sat, she gently dropped onto my lap, placing a soft Angora-sheathed nub on my

shoulder. We sipped the drinks slowly and reminisced about the night before -- the ball, that is, although Anitra and I snuck in a couple of understanding glances. She

looked radiantly beautiful, her long golden hair gleaming in the sunlight.

 

 I remarked to Bill, "You must have got your exercise this morning brushing Anitra's hair."

 

 "Did I ever," he chuckled. "I never knew how much work it is to look beautiful."

 

 "Dear!" Anitra retorted, placing a stump tip over his mouth. "You should not give away my secrets!"

 

 Mavis suddenly exclaimed. "Oh, I forgot all about my makeup! Came on lover," she said to me, sliding off my lap and beckoning me with a nub. "You didn't finish."

 

 I rose, and carrying our drinks, followed her. "I don't really like that outfit," I lied. "I think you should try something else."

 

 Anitra said, "Oh, stop that -- she looks lovely." I detected a pang of jealousy, to my secret delight.

 

 Mavis sat on my lap and directed my inexpert hands to apply her makeup. Fortunately, she needed little, for I didn't savour that task nearly as much as dressing her.

She granted approval, and we rejoined Anitra and Bill. I sensed a little friction between them, but dismissed the thought as I mixed another round of drinks.

 

 "I would like to have a swim," Anitra said, her face brightening with anticipation. I sensed what she had in mind with glee, for neither Mavis nor Bill enjoyed swimming.

"Come, dear, and put my bathing suit on." Now I was greedily jealous of him. "Who will join me?" she asked over her shoulder as she walked towards their bedroom.

 

 "I'd rather walk around this beautiful place," Mavis said.

 

 "I will." I said, trying to conceal my delight.

 

 "Will you go with me, Bill?" Mavis asked.

 

 "Sure." he replied without obvious enthusiasm, but he rarely expressed emotion. I wondered if he suspected anything about last night, as I set out to change.

 

 When I returned, Anitra was sexily clad in a skimpy yellow Bikini. Bill was nattily attired, despite his oversized stomach, and we all left the suite together. As we walked

along, I admired Anitra's walk, always lithe and sensuous, but now even more so, for the slight movement of her short arm stumps accentuated it dramatically. As we

neared the pool, I could see many couples obviously having a good time, most of the women still armless. To my astonishment, one of the beauties was legless, and I

wondered how that had been arranged. She reclined on a lounge chair, her short leg stumps resting on her husband's (I presume) thighs, and she teased his hair with

her restored arms.

 

 We stopped while Bill fitted a bathing cap around Anitra's golden tresses, and then he and Mavis turned down a corridor.

 

 Anitra promptly broke into a run, and taunted, "Catch me!" I ran after her, distracted by her shapely flying stumps, which she rapidly raised as she made a graceful

plunge into the pool. I chuckled at that reflex action, for they barely reached her ears. I followed her in, surfacing beside her bobbing head. "That was different," she

sputtered. "I went straight down -- I forgot that you need hands to guide you."

 

 "Did you hurt yourself?" I asked intently.

 

 "No, I did not touch the bottom," she replied, splashing water at me with her nubs. I retaliated with my cupped hands, deluging her. "Not fair!" she laughed, turning her

head and making a graceful surface dive. I swam after her, unable to catch her, for she was an excellent swimmer, and moved easily and rapidly despite her lack of

arms. I finally grabbed an ankle, expecting her to kick away, but I quickly felt myself pulled towards her by the other graceful leg. I snuggled behind her, my arms

around her waist, delighting in her eager wiggling against me. I savored her waist, and massaged her trim hips, sliding my hands up slowly to those glorious breasts.

As often as we had been in the water together, I had never dared to touch her, and my excitement mounted as I cupped her full beauties in my hands. I was rapidly

becoming aroused as she squirmed playfully, stroking the backs of my hands with her nubs. Then she abruptly broke away and the joyous chase was on again. I

surfaced near where I thought she would be, and was surprised to bump my shoulder against a strange, soft shape, which brushed me repeatedly as I bobbed up. I

suddenly recognized the legless beauty I had seen earlier, and realized that I had just felt one of those delightful short leg stumps.

 

 I sputtered, "I'm sorry," then remembering the international nature, said, "Pardon."

 

 "O.K." she laughed. "You like?" she asked, leaning back to display the lovely nubs, flexing them sensuously.

 

 "Very much," I replied, wishing I could fondle them. She must have read my mind, for she reached for my hands and placed them on the still wiggling lumps. Noting

her beaming smile, I threw caution to the winds, and lovingly massaged them, caressing every square inch. My delight must have shown on my face, and she

responded by inching closer to me. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her closer, and almost exploded when she rapidly stroked my groin and thighs. I had

her very close now, and as one of those wonders slipped between my thighs, I clamped them together -- she slowly slid it out and up, and I could feel my bathing suit

stretching very tight. Before I could even think about what I wanted to do next, we were abruptly separated by a wiggling torso wedging between us. Anitra had surfaced

facing me, and her fierce scowl killed all my intentions. I cast a furtive glance at the legless beauty, who blew me a smiling kiss as she paddled rapidly away.

 

 "You deserted me!" Anitra all but shouted, pounding my head with her stumps.

 

 I grabbed them away, and laughed. "I couldn't catch you -- and besides I got diverted." I leaned to kiss her. but she angrily shook away.

 

 "You divert too easily! Are these not good enough?" she said, still scowling as she pointed the nubs at my face.

 

 "They're perfect," I said, kissing each one tenderly. "Hey! I didn't know you were jealous," I laughed.

 

 "It is bad enough having to share you with Mavis," she pouted.

 

 "I promise I'll never desert you again," I said, leaning to rub noses.

 

 "O.K. You had better not," she said sternly.

 

 She accepted my fond kiss, and abruptly resumed her playful frolicking. I again chased her, my mind still on the legless beauty, who was now nowhere in sight, I

wondered how I could arrange to be with her again, for I suspected that I had heard the only English she knew -- but then we had had no difficulty communicating

during our short encounter. My thoughts were wasted, however, for I never again got to fondle those inviting leg stumps, although I saw her often, and we exchanged

glances and smiles many times.

 

 As I periodically caught Anitra (when she wanted me to), I chuckled at my new situation -- a nymphomaniac wife and a jealous mistress --and I was disappointed at

letting another beautifully desirable woman slip away! I had no time to feel sorry for myself, for Anitra suddenly erupted in front of me, and raced splashing up the steps

out of the pool. I followed, catching her at the elegant cabana and grabbed a large towel to dry her. It was absolutely delightful -- much more enjoyable than drying

Mavis, for Anitra was as playful as a frisky kitten. I held the towel like a bullfighter, and she charged it, flinging it around with her stumps, and pressing close to my

body, drying herself by wiggling against me. I wrapped the towel around her, getting it delightfully tangled with her nubs, and dried her legs as she struggled to free

herself. I found all sorts of new ways to use the towel, although she had been totally dry for some time. I removed her bathing cap. and she shook her long hair

vigorously, her whole body vibrating sensuously, especially those lovely breasts and stumps.

 

 I threw the open towel over her outstretched stumps, and teased, "Now dry me." She rushed towards me and massaged my torso through the towel with those active

nubs, pushing me backwards onto a lounge chair. As I fell onto it, she was all over me, rubbing with her body and her face as well as her stumps. Then, sitting beside

me, she slipped her dainty feet under the towel, and went to work on my legs and feet. I sat bolt upright as she poked her towel-clad toes inside my trunks and wiggled

them delightfully. I reached my arm around her and pulled her next to me on the lounge, and lay back in supreme ecstasy. She deftly lifted the towel with her toes, and

dropped it on the deck, then snuggled close, closing her eyes.

 

 "That was wonderful," she cooed, squirming a little to get more flesh in contact. "Art, darling, you are heaven. I am so pleased that you brought me to here. O-o-oh-

OH!" she exclaimed with one last wiggle.

 

 "You're wonderful too," I replied, kissing her fondly. "You're a goddess -- the real Venus de Milo. Your happiness elevates me to new highs of enjoyment."

 

 "And performance also?" she giggled. "O-o-oh -- that sun feels so good. Let us soak it up."

 

 "I'm blocking some of it," I joked. "Shall I move?"

 

 "No no! Please do not. I will tan one side at a time."

 

 I relaxed in a warm glow, suddenly realizing that I had exercised a lot more than I was used to."

 

 * * * * *

 

 I woke from a restful nap to the sound of Anitra's voice, then realized that she was speaking in Spanish. I opened my eyes and saw a wonderfully different creature

standing alongside -- standing, that is, with the aid of crutches. For although I scanned her beautiful body quickly and completely, I started savouring it from the ground

up. The single leg protruding from her brightly flowered skirt excited my pulse something fierce -- the thick ruffles of her petticoat set it off beautifully, just brushing her

knee, and closing almost completely around the space where her left leg would have been. My heart was pounding as I wondered what shape the lovely stump must be

up in there. I gradually looked up, pausing at the graceful hips and tiny waist, then on to her full breasts and bare shoulders, delightfully accentuated by the peasant

blouse. She was beautiful in that enticing Spanish way -- her flashing dark eyes, and her beautiful ivory-coloured skin set off by her flowing black hair. She smiled as

she conversed. I interrupted, rising. "Anitra, you didn't introduce me."

 

 She laughed, and switching to English, said, "This is Juanita Monclovia, dear."

 

 I rose, and taking a satin smooth hand away from a crutch, pressed it to my lips. "What a delightful pleasure, Juanita. Will you join us?" I asked, pulling another lounge

close.

 

 "Thank you," she said, still smiling. "But my English is not good."

 

 "It's much, much better than my Spanish," I replied, taking her crutches as she dropped onto the low cushion. Laying them down, I lay back again, looking at the drape

of the full skirt. I could make out the outline of an enticing short stump.

 

 She must have noticed my staring, for she lifted it and said, "It is nice, yes?"

 

 "Very nice," I laughed, looking up briefly. I moved to get up, but suddenly remembered Anitra's previous outburst, and reluctantly settled back. "How did you arrange

that?" I asked.

 

 "I have wanted to know how it is," she replied slowly. "So I last night talked to Senora Chow, and she -- poof! So now I like. Ernesto likes too."

 

 Anitra asked, "But is not walking with crutches inconvenient?"

 

 Juanita shook her head. "I like. And in love, ah-h-h," she said, happily wiggling the nub and then letting it drop gently onto the cushion. I repressed a strong urge to

lean over and slide my hand up through those ruffles, and suddenly wondered what had come over me -- my behaviour had been transformed from that of a courteous

gentleman who touched women only when greeting and dancing, to a sex-driven maniac who wanted to grab every woman's intimate parts and rape her on the spot. I

felt ashamed, but I still had difficulty not responding vigorously to the slightest flirtation. For that was what I read in Juanita's actions, and had clearly been what the

legless lovely had been doing. So I settled for relishing her with my eyes, as she resumed the conversation with Anitra, in Spanish again, but she must have known

what I was thinking, for she moved into different positions to give me different views of her sensual single leg and the outline of that beautiful nub. She even caressed

the nylon-clad calf for me, and scratched the rounded stump tip through her skirt. I was wild with anticipation, and she seemed to savour that -- once when Anitra was

distracted for a moment, she lifted her single leg to adjust a strap on the high-heeled sandal, momentarily revealing a shapely thigh visible amid the ruffles. But my

searching eyes were most gratefully rewarded by a glimpse of the gorgeous thigh stump, also sheathed in dark nylon. She sensuously placed her foot on the tiled deck,

and made to rise. I jumped up to assist her, delighting in having to lean over and place my arm around her waist, for the lounge cushion was quite low. With a firm grip,

I all but lifted her up, savouring the feel of her lovely breast pressing against my bare torso. As she stood, she kept her balance with a little hop, brushing her breast

against me, and giving my thigh a quick stroke with her concealed nub of leg. She held my arm tightly as I bent over to retrieve her crutches, and fitted them carefully.

She thanked me with a smile, and bidding us goodbye, swung away with an enchanting grace, the lovely leg flashing sensuously through the ruffles, and the dainty foot

being planted again and again on the tile with a soft click of the heel.

 

 My trance was abruptly broken by Anitra's legs around me pulling me alongside her. "Art, dear -- you are incorrigible," she said, trying to scowl, but her smile betrayed

her. "What happened to that kind and considerate gentleman I used to know?"

 

 "He's had a taste of honey, and he's ruined," I laughed, happy that she wasn't mad.

 

 "What ever am I going to do with you?" she laughed, crawling over me to expose her other side to the sun. She snuggled up close, to my great pleasure.

 

 "Whatever your lovely heart desires," I answered, beaming at the sun-drenched goddess. "What if Bill and Mavis see us?" I wondered aloud.

 

 "I think they are having their own pleasure," she said nonchalantly, closing her eyes and resting an arm nub on my side. I put my hand on it tenderly, and lay back in

enjoyable contemplation. What a life, I thought, already sorry it had to end, even though the second day had hardly begun. A scantily clad waitress passed, and I

ordered a beer. She cheerily took my order, then passed behind me.

 

 I heard her take another order in Italian, and peered around the back cushion -- then my heart jumped, for there was the legless beauty again. She flashed a quick

smile at me, but I was conscious of Anitra's movement, and resumed my position closer to her.

 

 As my tall glass was delivered, she stirred, and sat up, pushing herself up with her arm stumps. "May I please have a sip?" she asked. I held the glass to her lips, and

she touched my hand with a raised nub to guide it. She savored the taste, and slowly licked the foam from her lips. The movements of her tongue was so sensuous

that I impulsively leaned forward and kissed her -- tongue, foam and all.

 

 She continued to lick the foam, flicking my pressing lips at the same time, and I quickly set the glass down and took her in a passionate embrace.

 

 Breaking away, I said, "Let's go -- I can't resist you -- all these other beauties are fantastically desirable, but it's you I want." I resumed smothering her with kisses.

 

 "I thought you would never ask," she said, smiling happily. I rose and pulled her to her feet with my arm around her waist, and started for our suite. She resisted and

pointed with a stump. I looked, and snatched up the bathing cap, again starting to walk briskly. "Slower, my love," she said softly. "I want to relish every luscious

moment of this." I reluctantly slowed, than decided that I also wanted to savour it. I pulled her close, and delighted as she shook her long hair around, so that it fell

across my chest as she rested her head on my shoulder. I caressed those golden, silky tresses, and snuggled closer. My hand slipped up a little from her waist, and I

pulled her close again, happy beyond belief when she rested her nub against it gently. I was enjoying her walk totally through my physical senses now, and I found that

much, much more exhilarating than merely watching her. I was almost in a dreamlike trance as we walked into our suite without breaking our embrace. Never, never,

never have I enjoyed anything more than the unhurried, passionate love we made that morning. We basked in the delightful afterglow, totally oblivious to the possibility

of discovery.

 

 I replaced the tiny bikini slowly and delicately. No longer the playful kitten, Anitra was now in quiet rapture, happily content to have me smooth and adjust the top, then

slowly lifting each dainty foot to slip into the bottoms, steadying herself by placing a nub on my shoulder. I no longer needed to fondle her lovely body -- I was in

supreme ecstasy sharing her glowing happiness. She sat gently, and leaned back against the cushions as I slipped into my trunks and sat beside her. She declined a

cigarette, and lowered her head onto my shoulder. I caressed her hair lovingly, and placed a tiny kiss on the top of her head. I no longer needed those soft arm stumps

-- they seemed totally unimportant, for now I felt a spiritual union with this woman. What a woman! Goose bumps appeared on my arms at thought that our inner selves

were so entwined that we were locked together irrevocably -- nothing could tear me away now. In all my life, I have never felt happier or more content. And although

there was much yet to come, this was to remain my most fond recollection of that wonderful week.

 

 My daydreaming about the future was interrupted by the sound of Bill's and Mavis' voices outside. I untangled myself from Anitra, and asked her if she'd like to share a

gin and tonic. She agreed, and I was busy in the kitchen when they finally entered.

 

 "How'd it go?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant.

 

 "Very good, Mavis replied. "This is really quite a place. But I'm famished--what shall we do about lunch?"

 

 "The dining room is open," Bill replied. "If you'd like to eat there."

 

 "Sounds good," I replied. "Can I make you a drink?"

 

 Bill declined, but Mavis accepted. "How was the swim?" she asked.

 

 Anitra had come into the kitchen, and answered, "It was fun, and relaxing. But not everyone is still without arms."

 

 "Yes, I noticed," Mavis replied. Then, to me, "Are you going to tell us how long we'll be like this?"

 

 "Would you really like to know?" I replied. "Or do you like surprises?"

 

 "Oh, I guess I'll wait and see. But I'm a little envious of those women who aren't so helpless."

 

 "Well, in that case, I'll tell you. You'll each have one arm restored this afternoon, " I explained. "It's a requirement that you be missing at least one limb to be able to stay

here, and I guessed that if you really didn't like it, surviving with only one arm missing might not be too bad."

 

 "That was considerate of you," Mavis said, looking at her raised stumps. "Will we have only one arm all week?"

 

 "That's the way you're programmed, "I replied, a little sorry that I'd arranged it that way. "I didn't know that there would be the opportunity for adjustments--I'm sorry that

you won't be able to experiment like some of the other women."

 

 "That would have been interesting," Mavis mused, "It might even have been fun."

 

 "Then I really goofed," I replied, really meaning it. "I couldn't predict how you'd like it--you know, we've never talked about this, and I was afraid if I told you what this

was all about, you wouldn't have come."

 

 "You were right," Mavis said. "I wouldn't have come. But now I'm glad I did. After that first shock, it's sort of fun." You're awfully quiet, Anitra--is something wrong?"

 

 "No--I am still coming awake from a nap," she lied. "Bill, will you dress me for lunch? I am getting a little hungry too."

 

 As they departed for the bedroom, I felt myself getting angry -- Bill was going to be touching Anitra! I had completely forgotten that she was his wife. Mavis sat beside

me, and I held her drink up so she could guide it to her mouth with a stump. I smiled at her, and wished I hadn't decided to restore their arms. Little did I then know

what a profound effect that decision was to have.

 

 I noted a wrinkle in the little sock around Mavis' stump, and made to smooth it. "I thought I did a perfect job this morning," I lamented.

 

 I saw her start to blush as she stammered, "Oh, well -- nobody's perfect." She smiled weakly, and Anitra's earlier comment that they were having their fun began to

sink in. 'How come I don't see these things developing?' I thought. Then my pulse quickened. Maybe things were going to work out after all. If Mavis and Bill. . . .

 

 "Did you and Anitra enjoy yourselves?" she interrupted.

 

 "Very much. How about you and Bill?"

 

 "He's -- he's great.  I mean -- he's so considerate. I like him more than I ever would have thought. Being helpless made me see a different side of him."

 

 "Well, it's great we're all getting along.  I'll be a few minutes getting dressed. Can I get you anything?"

 

 "I don't know," she replied.  "Let me see if I can handle my drink." She leaned over the table and clasped the glass with her two stumps, then tried to bring it to her lips. 

Seeing that that wouldn't work, she set the glass down and, with a slightly different position, tried again.  Sensing her awkwardness, I put my hand out to steady the

glass, and caught it just as it slipped from her precarious grasp, spilling a little on her.

 

 "Drat!" she said, amid a flailing of her stumps attempting to brush away the liquid.

 

 I reached for a towel, and mopped up the few drops. "How about a straw?" I asked.

 

 "I'll try," she replied. "What a mess."

 

 The straw worked well, and I quickly dressed, feeling great happiness at all the developments, especially that Mavis and Bill were hitting it off.  I came back into the

kitchen just as Anitra walked in.  She was clad in slacks and a sparkling white turtleneck shell, which set off her long neck and tanned bare arm stumps with sensual

good taste. A mother-of-pearl bracelet was on one stump, and she waved it at me, asking "Does this appear too gauche?  I am not sure that I want to wear it."

 

 "Not at all," I replied.  "I think it looks just right.  Shall we go?"

 

 The lunch was most enjoyable, especially as we had to again feed the lovely girls, both of whom had mastered the technique of guiding our hands to their mouths with

an arm stump.

 

 Anitra had slipped off a sandal, and slid her nylon-clad foot up inside my trouser leg to caress my calf. We exchanged loving glances, and I thought, 'God! What a

woman!' anxious to be alone with her again. The talk at lunch was carefree and gay -- both women were thoroughly enjoying themselves, and even Bill seemed happier

than usual.

 

 "Would you like to walk around, Anitra?" I asked, hopefully.

 

 I'd like that very much," she replied. "Oh! My sandal has slipped off -- would you replace it please?" I reached under the table to take the sandal offered dangling from

her toes, and with tender massaging of her lovely foot, put it on totally by feel. "Will you two join us?"

 

 "Thanks, no." Mavis replied. "I think I'd like a short nap."

 

 Bidding them goodbye, we stepped out, Anitra smiling happily as I held the door open for her. As soon as we were out of sight, she snuggled close to me, and I placed

a hand on her delectable fanny, now all the more sensual through her slacks and pantyhose. I slid my hand up, caressing her back through the soft sweater, finally

resting it on one of those inviting breasts.

 

 "No bra," I remarked, relishing the feel of that wonder, and delighting when she placed a stump on my hand in approval.

 

 "You said that I did not need one, so I thought I would try it."

 

 "What did Bill say about that?"

 

 "He did not mind. Do they appear acceptable?" she said, arching her back to make them stand out, and looking up at me.

 

 I gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, and with a quick kiss said, "Perfect. Only they excite me too much."

 

 "Good. I like to excite you," she said, wiggling closer to me. "I am so pleased that you like me -- this is surely heaven. Hold me tight. I dearly love the feel of your arms

around me, she cooed, dropping her head on my shoulder.

 

 I obliged, and steered her to a secluded spot under a tree, and made to sit there. She settled gracefully onto the grass, leaning against the tree trunk, and I sat beside

her, and then lay back with my head in her lap. "This is heaven." I said, looking up at her lovely breasts and beautiful face. "You look beautiful from any angle." She

responded by leaning over to gently stroke my face with a nub, her soft breast brushing my cheek. I felt my happy glow returning now that I was again alone with her. "I

love you, dearest Anitra. I never want to be parted," I said, softly.

 

 "And I love you -- I have not felt so happy in such a long time." As she leaned over to kiss me, I lifted my head to press my lips against hers. Then, with our lips still

touching, I turned until I could slip my hand around her to pull her close. I broke away slowly, and raised her nubs and fondly kissed each of them. "Do you like me

without arms?" she asked intently, looking at each one, and striking sensual poses with them.

 

 "Do I!" I replied. "They make you so delightfully feminine -- that little touch of helplessness adds so much to your beauty.

 

 "Oh-h-h--you make me feel so good. But I miss being able to hug you." I pulled her closer so that she could press her stumps to me in at least a partial hug. "This is all

so confusing -- I like it and yet I despise it. Do you understand?"

 

 "I think I do," I replied, trying to guess how she felt.

 

 I really wanted to know, so I asked, "What's it like being without arms?"

 

 "What is it like?" she mused. "Where to start? At first it was a lark -- something different, and scary. I knew it would be exciting -- you have known excitement, have

you not?"

 

 "Oh, yes -- you feel so great when you survive," I replied.

 

 "Yes, that is it. So I was willing to try for the excitement -- life is so dull sometimes, do you not agree?"

 

 "Not when I'm with you," I said, taking a mock bite of a nearby nub. She smiled as she teased me with it.

 

 "But when I realized that I would be without arms for more than the evening, I was a little alarmed. Then I thought that having to depend on you would be even more

exciting," she continued, still in deep thought. "For I would need you -- it would be like delivering myself to you--declaring total dependence. That must be why I am so

hurt when you neglect me -- my trust in you has been violated and I crash. But I am still committed. I cannot just leave you, since I cannot take care of myself."

 

 "But how about Bill?" I asked innocently.

 

 "Oh, Bill -- he is so inept that I do not know how I can stand him. I have entrusted myself to you, and I like that very much." She paused as if she were thinking deep

thoughts, and absentmindedly stroked my cheek with her arm remnant. She continued, "I find that being without arms has very much accentuated all of my feelings -- I

am more happy, or more sad; I find everything more satisfying, or I get more mad. It has been an interesting experiment -- I am finding out things about myself which I

never knew before."

 

 "So am I," I interrupted. "Like I'm absolutely mad about you -- much more so than I ever would have thought. You're a dream."

 

 "And you seem to like me without arms -- why is that, do you know?"

 

 "It cost me a bundle with a shrink to find out. Do you really want to hear about it?"

 

 "Yes, I do," she said quietly, still softly brushing my face with her stump.

 

 "O.K. Here goes," I replied, gathering my thoughts. "The general pattern for most of us seems to me that we were influenced at the time we were forming our sexual

ideals by some woman (or girl) missing a limb. There are lots of us, you know. In my case, when I was twelve or so, my aunt (on my mothers side) was in an

automobile accident and her leg was amputated. She was much talked about in the family, I guess because they didn't have much else to discuss, or maybe they were

really concerned. Anyway, she took a job selling tickets in a movie theater -- she could do that sitting down, and she was attractive enough. Later she got a wooden leg -

- I remember the discussions -- it wasn't really wood, you know, it's cork, so it's light. She bought the theater, and later married the owner of the chain, and was to me

the real epitome of what a woman should be. I really admired her, for she was clearly the heroine of all the women I had been exposed to -- she really had courage, and

she displayed a bubbly total acceptance -- when someone asked her why she used a cane, she tapped the leg with it.

 

 "That's a long story, but you asked. Ever since then I've really admired women amputees -- like they're something special."

 

 "But she was missing a leg -- why do you like me without arms?"

 

 "I've found that all women amputees excite me -- it's as though I admire them for surviving a trauma, and continuing to be women. My understanding starts to bog

down about here -- and now that I know how much sex is improved -- I'm even more of a believer. A devotee, we call ourselves."

 

 "Well, I do agree that sex is much improved -- I thought it was you, but now I remember how similar it is to bondage -- only this seems so much more intense. Do you

understand that?"

 

 "Shucks. I wanted you to think that it was me -- and really, you turn me on so, that I can't separate you from you with stumps. Except that with Mavis, it's a whole new

ball game . . ."

 

 "Oh, Mavis," Anitra interrupted with a condescending tone. "You know that you and she have nothing in common. She is so -- so simple a person. She is not the least

bit interesting, and . . . ."

 

 "Hey! Your jealousy is showing," I laughed. "We've had a nice life, and I still think she's a great gal. So we've grown in different directions -- that's common nowadays."

 

 "I am only jealous of her now that I am dependent on you," she replied. "I do not like to hear of your experiences with her."

 

 "But she's my wife," I continued, really trying to stir her up a little, for I do have a diabolical streak.

 

 "And Bill is my husband, for all that it matters. We can correct all these mistakes easily. I do not want to hear any more about this."

 

 "I'm sorry, Anitra," I retreated. "I didn't want to make you unhappy."

 

 "You were dropping me, and I am so dependent on you. It is not fair!" she said, a stern look on her upturned face. "I have committed myself, so you must also. Please,

you must not hurt me," Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes, and I realized I had really struck a nerve.

 

 "I'm sorry, Anitra my love. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you. and that's a commitment I'm very glad to make."

 

 "And I love you," she said quietly, trying to brush away her tears. I wiped them away with my fingertips, and pulled her around so that I could kiss the corners of her

eyes. She relaxed, and snuggled closer. "Please do not tease me any more," she said. "I want to enjoy this without any bad thoughts."

 

 "Promise," I said, reaching up to pull her head close to mine. We shared a long, lingering kiss, and when she attempted to pull me closer with her stumps, I turned and

sat up to hold her tightly. Our lips blended into one, and her gentle flicks with her tongue started to arouse me. Those lovely breasts delighted my eager hands, but

really, I liked to fondle any part of her gorgeous body. Now I had my hands inside her slacks, pulling up soft folds of nylon-clad flesh as she wiggled contentedly. I was

really getting aroused now, and so was she. "What a goddess," I whispered into her ear, meeting her upturned lips with mine. She removed her sandals with her

dexterous feet, and brought them to my waist, attempting to undo my belt. I loosened it and unzipped, anticipating the feel of her lovely foot. Her wiggling toes were all

the more sensuous through the nylon, and she expertly drove me to ecstasy with them. With a playful wiggle, she extracted my organ with them, and maneuvered her

mouth to it. Her kisses and licking were accentuated by her stroking with those wonderful arm remnants. I gently tugged it her soft hair and wrestled down her slacks

and pantyhose so that my tongue could probe her soft, moist warmth. I relished pleasing her, and warmed appreciably as she shuddered with an orgasm, her mouth

and teeth responding with increased pressure. Her muffled cry set me to work even harder, and I was rewarded by even more feverish activity with her mouth and

stumps. She was becoming wild now, and whenever she attempted to pull me closer with her elbow-less nubs, I responded by pushing against her harder.

 

 She suddenly withdrew from around my happy organ, and her stumps were busily trying to pull my trousers down more. Her concentration was intense as she

struggled helplessly. I laughed aloud, and she turned and fell on top of me, beating me with those flailing nubs. Her mouth all but swallowed mine, and our tongues

wrestled vigorously as my excitement mounted, she still alternately pounding and caressing me with her soft stumps. I lifted her up and started to guide my organ in,

but as soon as it as started, she dropped, squirming and crying out, and pressing her full weight onto it. She was really a wild woman now, bucking up and down,

grabbing at me helplessly with her stumps, and kissing me fervently. With each orgasm, she became more active, bouncing more and more, propping herself on her

nubs placed against my chest while I massaged her dangling breasts, then falling hard on top of me again. She sat up and bounced up and down on me, her breasts

and stumps jiggling wildly. Her hair was disheveled, her lipstick was smeared, and still she showed no signs of letting up. Then she fell onto me again, her outstretched

nubs hardly breaking her fall. I placed my hands on her luscious buttocks, and pressed her harder to me, nearing my climax. I all but exploded, and she bounced and

cried out between kisses and bites.

 

 Finally, she slowed, and her wiggling decreased. She was crying softly, and I felt her tears running down my face. "Did I hurt you?" I asked intently, lifting her up to see

her face.

 

 "No, no! You are terrific!" she said with a weak smile, trying to brush away the tears with her nubs. "I am just so, so very happy!" She struggled free, dropping onto me

again. and massaged me some more with her lovely stumps.

 

 "God, you're really something. If you'd had arms, I think you would have torn me to shreds."

 

 "It is all so different. I felt so helpless--the harder I tried to grab you, the more helpless I felt. And yet I was more pleased than ever I have been before. I do not

understand this, but I love it. I love you, dearest Arthur. Please hold me tight."

 

 I clasped her warm, soft body firmly to me, and felt her moist cheek against mine. 'What a woman!' I said to myself, again. I lay in quiet contemplation, feeling the twigs

and leaves pressing against my back. I caressed her body gently, hoping that she was as happy as I was.

 

 Anitra slowly rolled over onto the grass, and struggled into a sitting position. "What a mess I am," she lamented. "I must look terrible," she said as she brushed a

wayward lock away from her face with an arm nub.

 

 "You're absolutely gorgeous," I replied, using my handkerchief to clean her smeared lipstick. She rose onto her knees, and extended a stump to my shoulder to

balance herself while I pulled up her pantyhose and slacks. I reached inside to smooth any wrinkles, and she giggled happily.

 

 "I feel like a lovesick schoolgirl," she bubbled. "I an so in love with you, that just your touch excites me." She wiggled her torso, and bounced her breasts with those

little nubs. I leaned forward to kiss--her, and delighted again when she stroked my cheeks with them. I made myself decent again, and started combing her tangled

hair. Her smile looked wonderful to me, and her eyes looked starry, moist with feeling. I took a long time, alternately caressing; her and combing out the knots.

 

 "Ouch!" she exclaimed, making a futile attempt with a stump to stop me.

 

 "I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I'll try to be more careful."

 

 "Please do. I feel so very helpless, but I just adore having you take care of me." She shook her hair vigorously, and I dropped the comb and pulled her shimmering

body close. I was in no hurry to break her trance, and delighted in savoring her serenity.

 

 At last, I had restored her appearance, and she sat in thoughtful contemplation, resting her chin on her crossed nubs, which in turn rested on her pulled-up knees.

"This is all so unbelievably fantastic," she mused. "Yesterday, I would have thought that losing my arms would be the end of the world. What a dilemma--I am so

confused."

 

 "Hey--it's almost time for your arm to reappear. We'd better get back to the suite, " I said, and retrieved her sandals. I fitted each one lovingly, and she again giggled as

I fondled her feet, wiggling her toes repeatedly. "Your feet are really sensual," I remarked.

 

 "Now that they are my only appendages, I am getting to appreciate them more." she smiled at me. "My bracelet," she said, pointing a stump at the grass nearby. I

retrieved it, and slipped it over her outstretched nub, and positioned it as she directed with the other one. Then grasping both of them, I pulled her to her feet, and

happily brushed off the leaves and grass. She tried to do likewise with me, pouting a little at her inability to get them all off. "I do so want to do little things for you,

dearest."

 

 "Don't fret, darling Anitra. You do really big things for me." We walked to the suite, I clutching her close to me in pure happiness. I lamented that she would soon have

an arm, for I was afraid that would break the trance.

 

 I remember vividly Anitra's "unveiling." We were sitting silently, watching the clock attentively. She had an expression connoting mixed feelings -- I think she was as

apprehensive of her arm returning as Mavis had been of having hers disappear. Mavis smiled at me, and I was sure that she was anxious to regain hers.

 

 Anitra broke the quiet. "I think that you have been pulling our legs -- not a thing is going to happen."

 

 "Well, there might be a small variation in the exact time, but I've been assured . . . ."

 

 "Look!" she cried excitedly. Her right stump had started to materialize, progressing slowly. The top of the evening glove appeared first, the end passing around the

growing tip as though it had been tailored. The elbow returned, then the forearm, wrist and fingers. She wiggled the gloved fingers excitedly, and flexed her wrist and

bent her elbow. "It worked, thank God. But it does feel a little stiff and tingly -- like it has been asleep." She looked at the other dangling remnant, and waved it a little,

then felt the tip with her gloved hand.

 

 "What about me?" Mavis burst out, a look of terror on her face. Just then, her left nub began to extend, carrying the little sock with it. She flexed her newly-restored

fingers, trying to free them from the sock. I reached over and gently pulled it off.

 

 "There. Now you're not helpless any more. How do you like it?"

 

 "It will take getting used to," Anitra said. "Would you remove this glove? It just appear ridiculous with this outfit."

 

 I quickly undid the buttons at her tiny wrist, and pulled the snow-white sheath off slowly. "Well now," she said, "I will learn what living with one arm is like."

 

 "Why did you restore my left arm?" Mavis asked. "I'm right handed, remember?"

 

 "For a little variety," I replied. "And besides, you girls can work together better this way."

 

 "So that's it," she replied. "You want us to wait on you like slaves, don't you?"

 

 I laughed, "You see through me too easily. But whatever is your desire, dear. After all, this week is for your enjoyment, too."

 

 Anitra said to no one in particular, "I am anxious to use my arm now. What can we do to accomplish that?"

 

 "Bridge, anyone?" I responded without thinking.

 

 "One-armed bridge -- you do want to make life difficult, do you not?" Anitra laughed.

 

 "Don't be silly," Mavis replied. "How would we shuffle and deal -- Art, you like to watch me struggle, don't you?"

 

 "We'll help, of course," I answered, ignoring her correct observation. "But maybe you would rather do something else?"

 

 "Oh, let's try it," Anitra offered. "I do want to do something with this hand."

 

 "You could hold a glass," I replied. "Shall I mix you a drink?"

 

 "Now that's my speed," Mavis said. "Can I have a gin and tonic, please?"

 

 "May I also?" Anitra joined in. "Come, Mavis -- don't be a poor sport. Let's play bridge."

 

 Mavis nodded a reluctant approval, and Bill readied the table while I mixed the drinks. I served them, and took a place opposite Anitra.

 

 The game was a near riot--Bill and I shuffled and dealt the cards, and the girls sorted them with difficulty. Anitra learned fastest, clamping the cards to a breast with

her arm remnant, and inserting new ones in their proper place. Mavis copied her actions, the gaily-colored card backs being a contrast to her Angora-clad stump and

breast. She had a little more difficulty, but completed the arrangement without dropping too many cards. The idea of holding something between my two favorite

appendages excited me, and I reluctantly bid my hand.  But I had difficulty concentrating when I watched those stumps pushing those lovely breasts into different

positions. I managed to luck out and be dummy, and was rewarded by getting to study Anitra as she played the hand. Her dexterous fingers were more sensual in

comparison to her tanned stump. She would deftly pick up a trick, spread it to examine it, and push her stump against her breast to be able to view her cards. Then she

would stack the trick, concentrate for a minute, and then select the next card, play it, and then bend over to pick up the trick. Once, when she did that, Bill remarked,

"Breast your cards, dear."

 

 "I am breasting them!" she retorted, laughing at the same time. "Don't make fun of me -- and stop cheating," she said, kickiing him under the table.

 

 "A peek is worth two finesses," he replied, obviously enjoying teasing her. She turned in her seat and stuck her tongue out at him.

 

 After the hand, Anitra wrote our winning score, pressing the pad to the table with her nub, her full breast resting on the table. "We win," she said smiling, and stretched

leisurely. Her breasts stood out proudly, and then she dropped her stump gracefully to her side. "How funny it is to feel an arm and a nub -- l need more concentration

than without any arms."

 

 "Your idea of funny is weird," Mavis replied, mocking her stretch. "Strange is more like it. At least I'm not completely helpless now. I'm happy to be able to take care of

myself in the bathroom -- how humiliating that was!"

 

 "It is almost time to dress for dinner," Anitra said, as if she hadn't even heard Mavis. "I feel the need for a shower." Then, to Bill, "Dear, undo my halter, please." He

complied, and she held it to her breasts with her single hand. I looked at Mavis and said, "Sounds good -- are you ready?"

 

 She smiled back and said, "Ready."

 

 I found the girls with one arm each almost as enjoyable as without any -- they were still relatively helpless, but not totally so. And they enjoyed continuing their habit of

asking us to do all sorts of things for them. Showering with Mavis was still fun, and she used both her hand and stump to massage me.

 

 "Happier now?" I asked.

 

 "I think so," she replied. "I want to do too many things, so living without arms was terrible. But having only one is such an improvement."

 

 "Do you really like it?" I asked.

 

 "Well, I'm absolutely startled at the results -- why you and Bill -- I mean -- you've never been better. That's worth a lot to me. I'll see how this one arm business works

out. Maybe the week won't be a total loss."

 

 We finished showering, and I made to help her dress. She accepted my help with pleasure. As I repeated the morning's pantyhose fitting, she teased my hair with her

hand, remarking, "It's sure nice to be able to grab you again."

 

 "You're the greatest," I replied as I fitted her bra. "Well, what'll you wear for tonight?"

 

 I watched as she fingered through the clothes hangers, savoring her dangling stump, which she periodically attempted to use as though it were an arm again.

 

 "Drat!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to have to learn all over again -- I'd just got used to having no arms. I do wish you'd restored my right arm -- this left-handed business

is difficult."

 

 "Sorry," I replied, as she selected a knit dress, clamping it to a breast with her stump as she removed the hanger.

 

 "Will I look too fat in this?" she asked as she stretched it across her full breasts. "I really need a girdle, don't you think?"

 

 "Try it on and let's see," I replied, springing up to help her. She inserted her arm and stump, and raised them high to let the dress slide down. I pulled it down and

smoothed it as she stepped towards the mirror to look. The right sleeve hung limp at her side as she surveyed herself.

 

 "How does it look," she asked, still studying herself intently.

 

 "Good," I replied. "Very good. You don't need to change a thing." We finished dressing, I helping her with her necklace and bracelet. She tried on several of the latter

before she was happy, and directed me to move them to different positions so she could examine their appearance. With a quick kiss, I helped her up, and then pulled

her close for a more lingering one.

 

 We wandered into the kitchen, where I mixed cocktails. Bill came in, looking sharp and fit, and fixed himself a drink.

 

 "Where's Anitra?" I asked.

 

 "She's trying on everything she brought," he said with a chuckle. "She's worrying more about how her stump looks than the rest of her."

 

 "That makes sense--she's used to the rest of her," I noted. We all laughed at that true statement.

 

 "How do I look?" Mavis asked of Bill.

 

 "You look lovely," he replied. "But then you always do."

 

 "Oh-h-h, thanks," she said happily, walking over to him and attempting to hug him with her empty sleeve. "Damn -- I have to get used to not having a right arm. I

thought letting this sleeve hang would remind me of it -- it feels so strange when it swings. Art, dear -- I'm going to be mad at you all week for trying to make me left-

handed."

 

 "Sorry, sweet. I did it on an impulse."

 

 "And I have to live with it."

 

 "It can't be all that bad," I remarked.

 

 Anitra stepped into the room with a bright, cheery smile.

 

 "Do I pass inspection?" she asked of no one in particular. She had on a white cocktail-length dress with a single shoulder strap, leaving her right shoulder prettily bare.

From the single wide strap hung streamers of the same material, half-hiding her stump.

 

 "That's really elegant," I replied. "I bet you had it made just for this occasion."

 

 "No, I did not. I have not worn this for ages. I am glad that you approve," she smiled at me. Then catching my joke, she laughed, "You have teased me -- how could I

have had this made. . . Arthur! You are diabolical." She laughed again, and smiled at me again, "May I please have a Martini?"

 

 "Happy to," I replied as he sat down, and adjusted the streamers.

 

 Dinner at the villa was again superb, but I missed feeding the girls. Still, they needed occasional help, especially Mavis, who was really having difficulty getting used to

having only a left hand. More than once she made to help with the missing right one, one time so vigorously that her sleeve splashed in her gravy.

 

 "Drat!" she exclaimed, directing a scowl at me. She held the stump out so I could clean the dangling sleeve with a damp serviette. She inspected it and dropped it to

her side. "Stay down there," she commanded.

 

 "You are surely having troubles are you not?" Anitra laughed.

 

 "That thing thinks it's an arm," she joked back.

 

 After dinner we danced for a while. I didn't enjoy Mavis as much as the previous night, for holding her nub in my left hand now felt awkward. I tried holding just the

sleeve, pulling it away from her as she held the stump up, and that was better.

 

 But with Anitra -- I was beginning to think she could do nothing wrong. She happily laid her tanned remnant on my encircling arm, and I took her only hand and pulled

her close. Dancing with her was like a dream, and I delighted in the various movements of her stump and the different pressures on my arm.

 

 At the intermission, we returned to the lounge, she clutching my arm with hers, still smiling happily. Mavis and Bill were already seated, and neither of them looked

particularly pleased.

 

 "This is awfully boring," Mavis said. "Let's get out of here. hey -- how about going into town to the Casino?"

 

 "You mean you'd take that empty sleeve out in front of all those people?" Bill quizzed.

 

 "Oh, why not -- nobody knows us. And besides, I feel lucky. Anitra, what do you think?"

 

 "I would love to go, but I would feel so conspicuous. Here, everyone admires this," she said, lifting her stump and then letting it gracefully drop. "But outside we will be

stared at -- I really do not know. . . ."

 

 "You hypocrite!" Bill laughed. "You work for hours to make yourself conspicuous -- you know you love it."

 

 Anitra laughed, "You are right, dear. I do like to be ogled, but not in pity."

 

 "No one could pity a beautiful woman like you, especially when you're smiling and laughing all the time," I offered, getting interested in the idea.

 

 "Oh, it's getting deep in here," Mavis joked, lifting a foot. "Are you going to tell me I'm beautiful too?" she laughed.

 

 "Of course you are," I replied, giving her single hand a squeeze. "Well, what's the consensus?"

 

 "The girls aren't supposed to leave here," Bill said. "Those are the rules."

 

 "Oh, rules -- I hate rules," Anitra scoffed. "Dear, you and Art get a cab while Mavis and I retire to the ladies' room. Then we will quickly join you, and no one will know."

 

 He shrugged his shoulders. "O.K., O.K. I'm on my way."

 

 All went according to plan, and we enjoyed the moonlit drive into Nice. The Casino was not at all gaudy as the Las Vegas ones are, and we climbed the stairs and

deposited the girls' wraps. We stepped into the barn-like room, so quiet that we could hear the ancient wooden floor creak as we walked. The croupiers' chants were

almost a boring monotone, and the few guests were all elegantly attired -- we would have felt out-of-place were we not in evening dress.

 

 "What will you try, Mavis," Anitra asked.

 

 "I'm for the crap table," she replied without hesitation. "I'll teach these people how to play the game. Will you get me some chips, dear?"

 

 Bill and I stepped over to the cashier, and purchased a supply. He was a heavy gambler, but I was surprised to see him push several thousand francs under the grille.

I handed most of mine to Mavis, and went with her to the table. I tossed a few chips on the pass line, winning some and losing more. Mavis waited until the dice were in

front of her, and then placed a pile on the table. She moved her stump as if to pick up the dice, but checked herself quickly, and taking up the dice, blew on them before

rolling them briskly.

 

 "Seven -- a winner," the croupier called, switching to English. "Place your bets, mesdames et messieurs."

 

 The man at Mavis' right remarked to her, "I say, you're an awfully pretty woman to be missing an arm. How did you lose it?"

 

 She looked straight at him and said, "I didn't lose it. I know exactly where it is," then reached for the dice. I chuckled and walked away, knowing that she liked to

gamble alone.

 

 I passed by the Chemin de Fer table, and noticed Bill, with quite a pile of chips in front of him. He, too, liked to gamble alone, so I walked over to the roulette wheel

where Anitra was. sitting, and sat opposite her. She was clearly enjoying herself, placing bets all over the table, and carrying on several conversations at once. She had

clearly taken over the table, and everyone helped push her winnings to her, she rewarding them with her natural smile, and a gracious, "Merci." She looked supremely

beautiful, and perfectly at home in this arena -- she appeared to be completely nonchalant about her dangling stump, barely visible amid the hanging ribbons. I mused

that she must be the epitome of how an amputee should disarm (terrible pun!) those around her by radiating total acceptance of the fact that she had only one arm. I

was sure that no one would ask her how she lost an arm -- she hardly gave them a chance. But I did hear her remark in English to someone, "Oh, it is nothing," lifting

the nub slightly, and then dropping it again, promptly turning to another conversation. What a woman! I hoped she was really enjoying this, for that might push her

towards accepting her present state permanently.

 

 I placed a few bets, and she flashed a quick smile at me, almost in passing as she picked up another conversation. She conversed happily in French, Spanish, Italian -

- even German, switching from one to the other instantly. I was a little put out that she didn't pay any more attention to me, but I remembered that she always had tried

to captivate every man around her -- to the disgust of their wives, who periodically had words with her about it. But then she'd turn on her best soothing manner, and all

would be glossed over. Oh, well, I brightened -- I'm the one who really gets to enjoy her, for despite her continual flirtations, she had never let anyone get serious, being

perfectly content to captivate them and then drop them as though the game was over then. And for her, I was sure it was a game, to satisfy her vanity. I wondered if I

were a part of that game, or if she really did have the strong feelings towards me she claimed to have -- surely she couldn't be putting me on during our lovemaking. I

wondered if I really knew this beauty.

 

 My thoughts were interrupted by Mavis calling me. "Dear, look what I have!"

 

 I turned, and burst out laughing -- she was loaded down with chips! She had clamped her bulging little purse to her with her stump, and her single hand clutched

more. She even had several tucked in her gown, hiding that nice cleavage. A croupier ran up to her and tried to hand her some more, but an equal number dropped to

the floor as she tried to accept them.

 

 "Don't just stand there laughing, you idiot! Lend me a hand, she scowled. Then she laughed, "That sounded funny -- but that's exactly what I meant."

 

 I quickly scooped up a bunch of chips, and made to collect those stuffed in her bosom. She slapped my hand playfully, and fished them out herself. "I've never been

so lucky. How much did I win?"

 

 "Quite a bit," I said, noting the number of 100-franc chips as I stuffed them into my pockets.

 

 "Oh-h-h, that was fun!" she bubbled. "If not having an arm makes me that lucky, I'm ready."

 

 "It's only money," I chided, biting my tongue immediately.

 

 "Oh, no -- it's the fun of winning too,." she said, pushing her stump against me. "And I feel so lucky to be able to please you. And everyone is so nice -- this isn't at all

like I thought it would be--you know, I thought I'd cringe and hide from staring people, but I really felt comfortable. Oh, that English boor -- who needs him? I really put

him down, don't you think? Oh-h-h-h! That all was so much fun -- I felt like a queen. Do I really look O.K.? I mean, I really want to look as good as I feel. I think this

hanging sleeve is so graceful, don't you? And I've finally learned to remember that this isn't an arm anymore. Aren't people wonderful? I'm so glad we came. This is . . .

."

 

 "Hey! slow down," I laughed. "You're chattering like a magpie.

 

 "I can't help it," she said, looking up at me and batting her eyelashes. "I'm so happy," she said, grasping my arm with hers. "Let's cash in all those beautiful chips and

see how much I win. How's Anitra doing?"

 

 "She's won a tableful of men," I joked, collecting her with my arm.

 

 "That's Anitra, all right." she frowned a little. "Do you still like me?" she said, looking up at me again.

 

 "I sure do!" I replied, giving her empty sleeve a tug.

 

 "As much as Anitra?" she quizzed.

 

 "More," I answered, not sure whether I meant it or not. Mavis wasn't as exotic as Anitra, but she was a wonderful gal, and a lot less trouble. "I love you," I said, now

meaning it. Leave Anitra to her gang of men.

 

 "Oh-h-h!" she said. "Thanks dear -- and I love you. I love everybody!" She pulled me close with her single arm.

 

 "Are you really enjoying being without an arm?" I asked hopefully.

 

 "Oh, it is so much fun right now -- I can't believe it!" she said, giving me another hug, and brushing my encircling hand with her stump tip."Why do you think everyone

was so perfectly wonderful to me?"

 

 "You're a beautiful woman, with a charming personality," I replied, looking at her smiling face.

 

 "But without an arm," she noted, holding her remnant up just a little, and then dropping it to her side. "It seems that they were all so much nicer because of that -- how

come, I wonder?"

 

 "I'm not much on theory," I replied. "But you to need a little help, and people really do like to help -- I bet they get a lot of satisfaction. I know I do. You know, I always

associate being really feminine with being a little helpless."

 

 "They really were helpful, and they did seem to enjoy it. It seemed to break the ice, if you know what I mean."

 

 "I think I do. And if you accepted your empty sleeve with nonchalance, who could feel sorry for you?" I noted, swinging her empty sleeve around a little.

 

 "I was too busy having fun to worry about that. Oh-h-h! I feel like a queen," she repeated.

 

 "You are a queen," I said to her. "My queen. You're fantastic!" She gave me another loving squeeze.

 

 We stopped in front of the cashiers' window, and I heaped the chips on the counter. The cashier counted out quite a few notes, and Mavis scooped then up, struggling

at the same time to hold her purse open. I quickly held it for her, and she smiled happily as she stuffed the notes into it, and closed it with a little difficulty. What a

wonderful woman, I thought again.

 

 "You know, you're twice as beautiful with one arm," I said.

 

 "Do you really think so?" she replied, waving the stump slightly, the empty sleeve swinging gracefully. "Oh, I know you do. And I think you may be right. I wonder how

other women will behave towards me."

 

 "They'll hate you like they hate Anitra," I joked. "Because all their husbands will be falling over themselves to help you."

 

 She threw back her head and laughed. "I'd enjoy that! I envy her so much. If I could be sure, I'd gladly exchange an arm for -- oh, no -- I wouldn't, but I do like right

now. She pulled me close again. "Let's go see how Anitra's doing."

 

 "Let's not," I said. "I've got a better idea."

 

 "You dirty old man," she laughed. O.K. Let's go!"

 

 I stopped by Bill to advise him that we were leaving. He grumbled acknowledgment without looking up, and I noticed that his pile of chips had shrunk considerably. I

cast a quick glance at Anitra, still laughing merrily as she leaned over the table to place bets, carefully holding her stump to her side, and exposing her cleavage to the

oglers. 'How can she do that all night long?' I wondered, a little disgusted at the scene.

 

 I snuggled close to Mavis in our cab, lovingly fondling her arm nub. She leaned her head on my shoulder, and absentmindedly toyed with her empty sleeve. She

reached for my hand, and clamped it tightly, lifting it to press it to her cheek. I was anxious to be in our suite, but enjoyed the bright lights of the city as we drove on.

The moonlit countryside looked better than ever, and I felt at peace with the world as Mavis snuggled closer to me, pressing her stump against me with her body.

 

 I all but pulled her towards our suite, she laughing gaily, and resisting. "What's the hurry, lover! We've got all night."

 

 "That's the hurry," I said pointing to my distended crotch. She gave it a loving pat, and I slowed to keep her at my side.

 

 What pleasant, leisurely love we made that night! I felt like I was in a beautiful dream -- not a care in the world except to please this delightful creature. As I savored the

wonderful afterglow, I chuckled at how fickle I was -- first I was madly in love with Anitra, then with Mavis. After all these years of dreaming about stumps, I was now

living those dreams -- and how much better was the real thing! What perfect happiness I had ahead, I mused as I snuggled closer to her soft warmth slipped away with

that lovely stump cupped in my hand.

 

 

III.

 

 

The morning intercourse and shower with Mavis was at least as good as when she had no arms -- I found that I could concentrate on only one stump at a time, and

hers was delightfully soft.  After the shower, she needed help to dry herself, and I massaged her vigorously, to her delight.  I carefully dried her few fingers, her hand

and arm.

 

 "You have a beautiful hand," I commented, lifting it to kiss it.

 

 She laughed, "You nut! You never told me that before." She struck various poses with it.

 

 "I get confused when you have too many of them," I replied. She laughed again.  "Art, dear, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but don't get any ideas," she said, placing

her hand behind my head and pulling my lips to hers.  She awkwardly tried to grab me with her stump, and I quickly grabbed it and pressed it to my cheek.

 

 "Did I ever tell you that I've fallen in love with you?" I said, touching noses.

 

 "Not often enough," she replied, resuming our embrace.

 

 

 * * * * *

 

 

 Bill had already dressed when we entered the kitchen, and Mavis and I welcomed the steaming cups of coffee he offered.

 

 Anitra stepped into the room in her traditional shorts and halter, the latter held up by her single hand, almost covering her white breasts.

 

 "Will you fasten this please?" she asked, and I sprang up immediately, despite Mavis' scowl. 'Dammit,' I thought.  'Even after last night, she still has me hooked.'

 

 "Did you win much last night?" I asked, trying to change the atmosphere.

 

 "Yes, I did, but not enough. That was surely an enjoyable evening. Did you win, Mavis?" she said, shaking her hair vigorously, her resonant appendages responding

with lively bouncing. She sat gracefully, still smiling.  "Yes, I really did," Mavis replied, looking disgusted at the scene. "I've never won so much before.  I couldn't hold

all the chips!" she said, as if remembering the scene.  "What a  sight I must have been," she mused, looking at me again.

 

 "How'd you do, Bill?" I asked, innocently.

 

 "I broke even," he replied, and I remembered that he always broke even, never winning or losing. When he won, he didn't want anyone to know how much, and when

he lost, he didn't want anyone to know, period.

 

 "Well, I lost," I said,"but not enough to get in your eye. I'm too cautious to ever be a gambler."

 

 "Shall we prepare breakfast, Mavis?" Anitra asked.  "I still have the urge to use my arm. Do you also?"  'Yes, I do--I sure missed it. How should we work this?"  "We

will each use our arm to work together," Anitra said, as if she had thought it out beforehand.  "The two of them together should allow us to do anything."  They started

the preparation, Mavis being spurred on by Anitra's enthusiasm. She pulled the refrigerator door open, and Anitra selected some eggs, cheeses and ham. They stood

side-byside at the counter, their remaining arm remnants at each other's backs, and laid out all the ingredients. Mavis held the cheese, while Anitra sliced it, and they

both laughed at how well things were going. They quickly fell into a routine, made easier by the fact that they had worked together many times. Their giggles and chatter

marked their happiness, and they quickly worked out signals to each other with their stumps.  Bill winked at me -- he was smiling now, for reasons I didn't quite fathom.

 

 I missed not feeding them, but enjoyed watching the lovely beauties cooperate, laughing gaily as they buttered each other's toast. They had a few mixups, like when

Anitra buttered Mavis' fingers instead of the toast, but she didn't mind. It was a happy time, and I hated to see it draw to an end. The girls cleaned up and put things

away with amazing coordination of their two single arms.

 

 "What now, boss?" Anitra said to Bill as they wiped each others hands on the towel.

 

 "What would you like to do?" Bill asked nonchalantly.

 

 "I would still like to do something where I may use my  arm," she replied, flexing her wrist and wiggling her hand.  "Well, there's a pitch-and-put golf course," he said, a

diabolical smile on his lips.

 

 "Golf!" Mavis exclaimed. "You've got to be kidding. How would I hit a ball with only one hand -- the wrong one at that."

 

 "I would like to try," Anitra scowled at her. "We can stop, if we cannot do well."

 

 And so, despite Mavis' protestations, we arrived at the first tee. Anitra took a few practice swings, which weren't the least bit satisfactory, either banging into the turf or

missing it by several inches.

 

 "Perhaps you were right," she said to Mavis.  "I do not seem to be able to hold my arm properly. I wonder if this can  help," she mused, holding her stump out.

 

 "Push it against your elbow," I suggested, and helped her position it. Her breasts were clearly in the way, for both her arm and stump pressed tightly against them.  But

her arm was restrained to swing more in a plane, and she shortly was making commendable swings, although I was watching her breasts more than the club. Mavis

tried the same approach, but her breasts were much too large, and she started making gentle swings with her left arm alone.  "Maybe this will work after all," she said. 

"I seem to do better than you, Anitra -- a left hand is more suited than a right one."

 

 "We shall see," Anitra replied.  "Shall we start?"

 

 "Go ahead," Bill replied.

 

 Anitra clasped the club between her stump and her breast,and teed up a ball.  She seemed to take forever to get everything in the right position, but I didn't mind, for I

was happy to watch all the wiggles. Her shot was fairly straight, but not too far. Mavis' was even shorter, and off to the left, but she was game to continue. Bill and I

went next, he landing on the green, and I a little too far.  Fortunately, there weren't any others around, for we were quite slow, but then -- golf shouldn't be rushed

anyway.  I stuck close to Anitra, for I couldn't get enough viewing of her wiggles and especially of her stump and arm pushing those lovely breasts this way and that as

she swung.  However, the girls' games weren't good enough to suit them, and they abandoned the game after the second hole. Bill and I bade them goodbye, and

continued the game.

 

 "You're making quite a play for Anitra," he observed without any obvious rancor.

 

 "I hope you don't mind," I replied, trying to feel my way carefully. "Have you enjoyed Mavis?" I said, watching his expression intently to see if I'd guessed right.

 

 He chuckled, and broke into a grin. "Yes, I have. And I could care less about Anitra -- we were headed for the rocks anyway. She's so damn bitchy, that I can't stand

her anymore."

 

 "Bitchy?" I repeated. "She's vain, I know, but she has a personality that makes that easy to take."

 

 "Wait until things don't go the way she wants," he offered. "Then you'll see."

 

 I wondered about that -- she had been mad when I was playing around in the pool. 'Oh, hell,' I thought. 'He's just bitter.'

 

 My spirits picked up at the realization that he had just told me to take Anitra -- how lucky I felt.

 

 "I'm willing to chance it," I replied.  "You know, swapping wives seems like quite an event to be discussing so lightly."

 

 "Well, he replied, "you and Mavis have been having problems for as long as I've known you. Maybe you can handle Anitra -- I've given up. But Mavis and I see eye to

eye -- I'm game if you are."  "You're on!" I replied happily, clasping his hand to seal the agreement. "When shall we do it?"

 

 "When Anitra is ready," he replied, chuckling again.  "It  will have to be her idea. If I suggested it, she'd promptly do the opposite thing. But, don't worry -- she's about

ready to decide."

 

 I was collecting happy thoughts as we continued the game in silence.

 

 Bill interrupted my dreaming. "You know, there's something  going on here I don't like. I think we'd better get out of this place."

 

 "Oh, come on," I replied. "There's nothing wrong here -- a bunch of people doing their thing, without hurting anyone else.  Hell, I've paid my money, and I want to really

enjoy this -- it may be my last chance."

 

 "O.K., O.K. But keep your eyes open -- there's something fishy here. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm pretty sure there's going to be trouble."

 

 I wondered what he knew, for all I'd seen was everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves -- well, almost everyone.  I suppose there might be a few more like Mavis, but

even she was having some fun. I dismissed the whole idea as sour grapes, and resumed my thoughts about the future.

 

 After the game, we had a couple of drinks at the deserted bar.  I wondered aloud where everyone was.

 

 "Off screwing away, I'd guess," he replied. "Hell, if everyone here is so turned on by a woman's stump, they'll be here for a couple of years."  I laughed aloud. "You're

probably right and what the hell am I doing here?" I said, draining my drink and making to leave.  We returned to the suite, where the girls were playing gin rummy. I

was a little confused as to who to kiss, but to be safe, I started with Mavis.

 

 "Looks like you're doing pretty well," I noted, for they both were playing rapidly without dropping a card.  "She's winning," Mavis said gloomily.  "I have trouble seeing all

my cards." That was believable, for when she pressed them to her breast with her soft stump, they all but disappeared.  she continually adjusted then to keep them in

the proper order.   "How do you shuffle and deal?" I wondered.

 

 "The same way we prepared breakfast," Anitra offered.  "You mean you put them in the mixer?" I asked jokingly.

 

 "Oh, of course not!" Anitra laughed. "We each use our one hand to do half -- watch, now. Gin!" she said as she laid down her cards, and entered the score. Mavis

moved around to Anitra's left, and they instinctively placed their adjacent stumps to each other's backs. Then with the two hands working almost as if they were part of

one body, they shuffled the cards.  It was a little sloppy, but they got the job done. Anitra took the pack, and dealt smoothly, sliding the top cards away with her thumb.

 

 "You girls are getting pretty good at that," I commented.  "Will you throw together a lunch? I've worked up quite an appetite."

 

 Anitra threw back her head and laughed. "We are slaves again, Mavis, are we not?" Then looking at me, she continued, "As soon as we finish this game -- I am very

nearly out."

 

 "Oh, shut up!" Mavis said, drawing a card vigorously, and concentrating on seeing her hand.

 

 I relaxed and watched them play.  Sure enough, Anitra won,

 

and Mavis pouted -- she considered herself a top-notch gin player, and really hated to lose.

 

 "It's all because of this damn stump," she said, waving it at me. Then turning to Anitra, "I'll beat you when I have two hands again."

 

 Anitra laughed, and noted, "You owe me 42 francs."

 

 "All right, all right!" Mavis exclaimed.  She got her purse and fumbled around in it, trying to help with her missing hand.  She counted out the money and threw it on the

table.  "There.  I'll get it back next time."

 

 I laughed at them.  "The winners laugh and joke, and the losers say, 'deal the cards.'"

 

 That was enough to shake Mavis free of the game, and she went to work with Anitra as if nothing had been said.  They put together a plate of prettily arranged

cheeses, and were chopping up pieces of bread as I opened a bottle of wine. How adaptable they were, I thought, for they had been using their single arms for less

than two hours, and were both pretty well at home now.  Even Mavis was reasonably accomplished, and I happily accepted the tasty morsel she placed in my mouth.

 

 I excused myself after the relaxing lunch, and lay on my bed to take a short nap. I remember hearing -- or rather half-hearing -- Anitra and Mavis arguing about

something. I think I heard Anitra say something to the effect that she didn't want to be a slave, and she was going to fix that. I really didn't pay that much attention,

although I heard Mavis say she didn't like it, but she wasn't going to do all the work, and I dropped back into my dreams.

 

 * * * * *

 

 I awoke from a restful snooze, and looked around the suite.  The girls were nowhere to be seen, but I could hear Bill's snores proclaiming his location. I rose,

stretched, and absentmindedly walked outside. I wandered around the villa, alone for the first time since we'd arrived, The general atmosphere was relaxing, giving me

an opportunity to think about developments. I sat on a shaded bench, and lay back in pleasant contemplation.

 

 I was jarred by a husky voice, calling, "Hey, big boy -- I need some help with this goddamn latch."

 

 I turned to see a tall blonde leaning over the Dutch door of a cottage, hopelessly trying to open the door with handless stumps.  I sprang up to help her, and after

opening the door, saw what a giant she was -- she was well over six feet tall, and totally well-proportioned, although her breasts were extra large, straining the halter she

was wearing.  She had coarse blonde hair, and that combination of high cheek-bones and low-set eyebrows that made her look like she had a perpetual scowl. Her

turned-down mouth added to the appearance of a mean creature.  And she was big! without shoes, she stood taller than the door opening, having to duck to come out.

You can realize how impressive her size was when the last thing I noted was that her forearms terminated about halfway between her elbows and where I guessed her

wrists would have been.

 

 "Thanks," she offered. "What a drag this crappy mess is -- my old man makes me a goddamn cripple and then goes off to play his bleeping golf.  I'll cream his

bleeping ass when I get my arms back. Got a bleeping cigarette?"

 

 I apologized for not having one, appalled at her coarse language. (I'm leaving out the worst parts.) Her gigantic body was really shapely, but the nasty expression she

wore matched her foul speech.  Her grey eyes had a real depth, though, and she looked directly at me.

 

 "Never mind -- I couldn't hold the bleeping thing anyway.  These bleeping stumps ain't worth a bleeping damn.  How about a drink, honey?"

 

 I saw that I wasn't going to escape her aggressive approach, so I accepted and introduced myself.

 

 "Hi. My moniker is Rosabel -- can you imagine sticking a kid with a bleeping name like that? So everyone calls me Babe." She scowled extra-fierce at me as I opened

the door for her, as though she hated to concede that she couldn't. "What'll you have, Art?"

 

 "What do you have?" I asked. "Can I help?"

 

 "Bourbon and Scotch. And when I need your bleeping help, I'll damn well ask for it."

 

 "I'll have Scotch, with a little water," I said, hiding my shock, and taking a seat.  She raised her stumps and opened a cupboard, taking 3 tries, punctuated with

epithets.  She carefully clamped the forearm remnants around each of the bottles, setting them on the counter. Reaching into the cupboard was easy for her, but she

had to stoop to set the bottles on the counter. Then she got two glasses down, picked up the Bourbon, and holding the cap to her teeth, pulled it out with vigorous

movements of her head and body. With amazing dexterity, she manipulated the bottle between her stumps, pouring a healthy drink. She repeated the process with the

Scotch.

 

 "You're pretty expert with those," I observed.

 

 "You bleeping well better believe it," she scowled. "No S.O.B. is gonna stop me by cuttin' off my bleeping hands." She twisted the water tap open, and held my glass

under it for a second, then set it on the counter and turned off the faucet. I could see the soft flesh deform as she did all these operations, but she never complained

about pain.  She clamped both drinks between her forearm stumps, with her elbows nearly touching each other, her upper arms pushing those gigantic breasts out of

shape.  She bent over and set the two glasses on the table, her giant cleavage catching my eye.

 

 "You like these jugs, honey?" she said, noting my stare, and giving them a bounce with her stumps.  And they really bounced "You be a good boy, and I may give you a

taste," she said with one last push and a shake of her shoulders. "Anyone try and cut one of these off and they'll get bleeping well bloodied up. Here's to the end of this

bleeping mess," she said, placing one stump in front of her glass and the other behind. Clamping the two together, she lifted the glass and deftly rolled one over the

other a little to tilt the glass to her lips. She took a big swig, set the glass down, and wiped a stump across her mouth. "Ah-h-h. That's what I needed.  Drink up, honey."

 

 "Do you have any ice?" I asked, almost hesitating.

 

 "Yeah. Get it yourself," she said, waving an abbreviated arm at the refrigerator.  "I'm not a bleeping waitress." I helped myself, and sat opposite her at the table. "These

things give you a hard-on, Art? Art -- that's your name, ain't it honey?" She swatted those mammoth mammaries again.

 

 "They sure as hell do," I replied, catching myself starting to pick up her speech mannerisms.

 

 She drained her glass, set it on the table with a bang, and said, "Here, grab some." She inserted her stumps under the halter, and slipped it up and off, freeing the

pendulous marvels.  She wrestled the halter over her head, and let it drop onto the floor. "Come on, Art, baby. Don't be bashful with me." She lifted each of those

wonders up and then let it slide off her stump slowly. I sprang up, eager to grab one. "Sit here, big boy," she said, pointing to her lap. I felt strange sitting in a woman's

lap, but she was so big that there was plenty of room. I put a hand on one, and she pushed it hard with a nub. "These things scare you, honey?" she said, brandishing

the other stump in my face.

 

 "Hell, no -- I like them," I replied, lunging to take a mock bite out of it.

 

 She pushed it hard into my face, laughing, "Ain't you the cute one -- hey! That felt pretty good. I think I'm gonna like you. How's your rod?" she asked poking around

my groin. I unzipped and unbuckled, and her probing nub was quickly inside my shorts. As rough as she was, she was turning me on rapidly.

 

"Man , you've got a big 'un -- you're gonna be O.K., honey," she said.  I bent over to get my mouth near a breast, and she slipped her other stump around my neck,

pulling my face full into that monumental mass. I kissed and licked and mouthed it with delight. God, what treasures -- A nipple alone filled my mouth. "Yeah!  You're

O.K.!" She abruptly slipped her stumps under me and bodily picked me up like a baby -- all one hundred and eighty pounds!  She carried me into her bedroom, ducking

under the door. I ducked, too, for it looked dangerously close.  She unceremoniously dropped me on the bed, and pounced on my erect organ, almost swallowing it. I

pushed up hard and she grabbed my fanny with her stumps, and lifted it up, at the same time scooping my testicles into her mouth with her tongue.

 

 "Wow! You don't waste time, do you Babe?"

 

 She replied by shaking my fanny like a rag doll with her powerful forearm remnants.  It was really great, and obviously like nothing I'd ever felt before. Her tongue felt as

strong as most women's hands, and she was really active with it. She dropped me onto the bouncing bed as suddenly as she had picked me up. "Man, you're

something. Get your bleeping clothes off, honey, and have some of this." She slipped off her skirt with her dexterous stumps, and then struggled with her panties. I

kicked off my shoes, all but ripped off my pants and shorts, and pulled down those giant yet flimsy panties, thinking how incongruous they looked in comparison with

her rough character. I put my face close to that hot box, hoping that she was cleaner than she talked, and felt those strong stumps behind my head, pushing my face

almost inside.  It was a whole new experience for me, but my searching tongue soon found what I wanted, and I went to work in earnest. Now I had her going, she

pushing my head back and forth, then full into her, all the time writhing with satisfaction.  "Go at it, baby!  Go-go-GO!" she shouted.

 

 She quickly put her stumps under my armpits and leaned back onto the bed, bodily pulling me on top of those mountains.  I went to work on them, massaging one

while getting as much of of the other in my mouth as I could, my other hand playing in that moist acreage. I thought my whole hand would go inside, but I was

pleasantly surprised that three fingers were comfortable.  She was writhing and squirming, and her stumps behind my head pulled my face into that giant glob -- l

thought I would suffocate, and came up gasping for breath.

 

 "Get in, honey, get in!" she commanded, and I obeyed, and lifted up to enter.  I almost fell in, and was amazed at her control when her muscles tightened around me.

Her massive thighs were grasping me now, and she pulled me in deeper. "Ride 'em cowboy!" she shouted as she bucked harder and harder -- I'm sure I would have

fallen off had she not had me clamped so tightly. Her stumps were now uncoordinated, flailing wildly, sometimes pulling me close, sometimes clobbering me.

 

 "Yahoo!" she cried with a giant shudder, heaving her pelvis high in the air and shaking it wildly. I hung on for dear life, and was amazed that I could reach a great

climax during such an earthquake. Those stumps were again giving me a bone-crushing hug, and her hoarse voice all but boomed in my ears, "Art, baby -- you is

something else! My ole man needs some lessons." She shook me vigorously, then let me go.  I collapsed into a weak heap, still clawing at those marvelous mountains.

 

 "And you're something else too, Babe," I replied weakly, not knowing precisely what that 'something else' was.  Her stumps were now caressing me, and I reflected

that even this Amazon could tire, and that she was really a woman, despite her size and coarseness. How difficult it must be to be feminine when you dwarf most men.

I gave her a fond hug, and a lot of kisses.  She responded with really loving caresses with those nubs she hated so much. I finally decided that I had really enjoyed it,

but wondered if I'd ever dare to try her again.

 

 "Well, big boy, you're welcome any time," she said as though she'd read my thoughts. "Any time." She gave my head a last playful toss and made to sit up.  I

scrambled off, noting what a shambles the bed was -- I was a little surprised that it was still standing.  She stood up, and walked into the bathroom, her limp, dangling

forearm nubs jiggling as sensuously as her breasts. Her walk was also captivating, giving a lot of motion to her giant but well-proportioned fanny. "Come on, honey.

There's room for both of us in here."

 

 She had turned on the shower, and was adjusting the knobs as I entered.  I grabbed the soap and started lathering her up. "I like this job," I said hurriedly, seeing her

scowl, and remembering that she didn't want any help.

 

 "O.K. honey. Have your fun. Just remember, I ain't helpless."

 

 "You sure as hell ain't," I replied, delighting in all the soft flesh I could fondle.

 

 "You're one helluva guy," she said, pulling me to her with her slippery stumps. I had to quickly turn my head to keep from getting a mouthful of soap.  We rinsed and I

grabbed a towel and started to dry her.  She grabbed it away, and mopped her face and neck. I grabbed it back, and slipped it around her fanny.

 

 "Hey! Hey! So you like to watch these boobs in action -- O.K.  buster, watch this!" She massaged her buttocks vigorously against the towel, her breasts and dangling

stumps vibrating so wildly that I had trouble taking it all in.  Giving me a playful cuff with a nub, she stepped into the bedroom. I quickly finished drying myself and

followed her.  She had picked up the sheer panties with her toes, and lay on her back on the bed with her feet in the air, shaking them down.  I pulled them down

despite her scowl, and smoothed them when she stood.

 

 "Just don't you forget -- I can take care of myself."

 

 "I'm sure you can -- I just can't get enough of you."

 

 "You sure as hell can't -- there's enough here for an army." She picked up her skirt with a foot and threw it on the bed.  Dropping to her knees, she arranged it with her

nubs, then stuck them inside and hoisted it over her head, shaking it vigorously down. She probed it over her breasts, and continued to work it down.  I straightened the

waist, and let the elastic snap against her stomach, receiving a belt on the head in return.  "Watch it buster -- I can still make mincemeat out of you." She walked into

the kitchen, the big skirt swishing as she walked, and those dangling nubs bouncing loosely.

 

 I dressed rapidly, entering the kitchen just as she had arranged the halter on the table.  She inserted her stumps into the straps and raised them over her head.

Amazingly, she worked it down, one side at a time.  "Take a last look, honey," she said as she attempted to poke the halter over one of those hanging giants.

 

 "How about; a last feel?" I asked, reaching with my hand to push the delightfully soft breast inside.

 

 "You're O.K.," she repeated, giving me a hug as I happily maneuvered the other one into its tent and smoothed the halter straps. I gave them both one last fondle

through the halter.

 

 "Those are real beauties," I remarked.  "Let me fix you a drink."

 

 "I can take care of myself," she replied, pushing me aside, and starting to rise.

 

 "Oh, sit down!" I commanded. "I like my women feminine." I immediately bit my tongue, and cringed.

 

 She sat down, open mouthed. "Feminine?" she blasted out.

 

 "How the hell do I make this 250 pounds feminine?" she said, shaking it at me.

 

 "Like I said -- you're one helluva woman.  Relax and enjoy it -- I won't tell anyone."

 

 She burst into laughter. "Damn you -- I like you! Ain't many who're man enough to boss me around. And put some bleeping ice in mine, too." I turned in disbelief. She

had a big smile on, and looked much prettier. "You and me could go a long ways, honey."

 

 I returned with the drinks, and she bade me to sit in her lap again.  I did so with a little reluctance, but I was drawn to those massive breasts. I held her glass to her

lips, and she clasped me close with a stump. That action spilled some of the cold liquid on her chest, and she retorted, "You bleeping creep!  Clumsy goddamn bleep!"

She tried to brush it away with her stumps, but I had my handkerchief out and mopped away, pushing it down inside her halter. She laughed hard, and gave me another

playful hug.  "Don't pay no mind to what I said -- you're O.K."

 

 Things were settling down now--I really liked the feel of her soft active stumps around me, and she was happy to let me continue fondling her breasts. "How come I

didn't see you at the ball?" I asked.

 

 "That bleeping thing! I ain't got time for that crap. My ole man hustled me up to that goddamn machine and tricked me, damn him. Next thing I knew my bleeping

hands was gone. I made such a ruckus that he hustled me out of there.  Bleeping creep -- look at me!" She waved the stumps with obvious disgust. "You said you liked

these bleeping things -- you the same kind of bleeping kook my ole man is?"

 

 "If you mean that I savor women amputees, that's right.  Almost everyone here does -- that's what it's all about."

 

 "Well, I'll be go-to-hell! You mean every man here likes bleeping stumps?"

 

 "That's right -- haven't you looked around here at all? AAll the women are missing at least one limb."

 

 "The hell you say. No -- I ain't been outta here.  So, they're all bleeping kooks, huh?"

 

 "How long will you be without arms?" I asked, ignoring her question.

 

 "Bleep if I know. My bleeping husband didn't tell me bleepedy-damn about nothin'. All I know is my bleeping hands will come back -- that bleeping chink woman

showed me that."

 

 "Well, you might as well enjoy it -- there's nothing you can do about it."

 

 "Enjoy it, my bleeping ass! Wait'll I get my bleeping hands back -- I'll show you a time, honey."

 

 "No thanks.  I like you better this way," I said, caressing the nearest stump.

 

 "Well, I'll be go-to-hell! You mean you won't have nothin' to do with me when I get my hands?"

 

 "Let's just say I like you the way you are. Hey! I have to go now," I said, slipping off that cozy lap.  "Thanks for one helluva time."

 

 "Don't thank me, you bleeping kook!" she said with a big smile. "I ain't had such a good bleep in a long bleeping time. Get your ass over here tomorrow and I'll give you

all you want of these bleeping stumps," she said, waving them at me.

 

 I fondly kissed them both.  She stood up and pulled me to her, bending over to kiss me.  I had to stand on my toes to reach her full mouth, savoring the pressure of her

breasts against my shoulders.  What a woman!  When a six-footer has to stand on his toes for a kiss -- that's something different!  She hung on to me tightly, and

tousled my hair with a nub.  I turned my head to kiss it, and she presented the tip to my eager lips. I opened my mouth wide, and gave it the full treatment -- tongue,

teeth and all.

 

 "Well, I'll be goddamned," she said.  "I ain't never felt nothin' like that before." I broke away to leave.  "Any time, honey, any time," she said, looking intently at her stump

tips.

 

 * * * * *

 

You can imagine my complete surprise when I returned to the suite to find both Mavis and Anitra armless again! They were standing by the door, leering at me.

 

 "Where have you been?" Mavis asked, obviously annoyed.  "We've been standing here for an eternity trying to get in."

 

 "Gosh, I'm sorry!" I answered, opening the door for them, and trying to conceal my delight. "You should have told me what you were up to -- I'd never have guessed

that you were going to have your arms reduced again."

 

 "Well, Anitra liked it better," Mavis explained, "and I'll be damned if I'm going to do all the work around here.  I have no desire to wait on her." she said, her scowl still

directed at me.

 

 "So where were you?"

 

 "Just having a relaxing stroll," I lied. "So it's back to being armless again -- I think I like you better that way.  What can I do for you? how about a drink?"

 

 They accepted, and I busied myself making them. "I'm already sorry I listened to you," Mavis said to Anitra.  "I hate being helpless, and here I am again, dammit."

 

 "Oh, come now, Mavis -- I did not force you to do this.  I am sorry that you are unhappy -- but I am going to enjoy myself." Then, turning to me, "May I have a cigarette,

please?"

 

 Mavis did a slow burn, so I tried to spend more time with her, but that was hard, for between Anitra's drink and cigarette, she commanded the most attention.  I was

desperately trying to think of something to pacify Mavis, for she was obviously unhappy and getting more so.

 

 Bill entered the room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Good God!" he exclaimed on seeing the girls. "What the hell happened?"

 

 "Anitra didn't want to be a slave," Mavis replied, "and I went along with the idea. Now I'm sorry, but I did it," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

 

"Thank God!" he said, looking much relieved. "I thought something might have gone wrong with that goddamn machine."

 

 "Oh, do not worry about that, dear," Anitra scowled. "It worked perfectly. Do not be so apprehensive about all of this."

 

 "Jesus! You're playing with dynamite and you don't give a damn -- look, this isn't any way for rational people to behave. . . ."

 

 "Oh, do not be a killjoy, dear," Anitra interrupted.  "There is not a thing wrong here."

 

 "Suit yourself," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. He sat beside Mavis and helped her take a sip of her drink.  She seemed to brighten appreciably, and I relaxed

again.

 

 "Arthur, will you accompany me in a swim before dinner?" Anitra asked, smiling at me.

 

 "I'd love to," I said, immediately conscious of Mavis' leer.

 

 "Good," she replied. "Bill, will you dress me, please?" He glowered at me, and I sensed Mavis' disgust as he followed her into the bedroom.  I offered to help Mavis

with her drink, but she declined, and all but told me to get dressed.  I sensed that she resented Anitra's obvious moves to keep both Bill and I at her command, and was

really stirring things up.

 

 When I returned, Bill handed me Anitra's bathing cap, without saying a word.  She wore a white bikini, and paraded in, smiling and looking gorgeous, as usual.  I

opened the door for her, and she smiled thanks as we set out for the pool.

 

 "Mavis is surely out of sorts," she observed, brushing close to me as we walked slowly along the brick path.

 

 I put my arm around her and pulled her close. "That's too bad," I replied. "But Bill will be able to soothe her a little."

 

 "I do not know what he sees in her," she said cynically. "I do not want to hear any more of this.  Will you please put on my bathing cap?" she smiled at me. I did,

tucking her golden tresses inside with loving care. Then I slipped my hands under her shoulders, and gently lifted her tanned stumps as I pulled her lips to mine.  She

responded and pressed those neat nubs to my checks as we kissed.  "I am back in heaven once more," she cooed. "Catch me!" she said, suddenly breaking away and

diving into the pool with the same reflex raising of her stumps.

 

 I caught her more often than before, maybe because she wanted me to, and when my hands were on her delightful body, I forgot all the previous bad scenes. I pulled

her close, and our lips met. Then she turned a little and dove, and our heads slipped underwater without our lips parting.  I continued the submarine embrace for as

long as I could, enjoying the feeling of floating effortlessly.

 

 I popped to the surface, sputtering and gasping for breath.  Anitra emerged alongside me, and laughed, "You are not in good physical condition, dear Arthur. You

should have been able to remain underwater longer that you did."

 

 "I'm not an amphibian like you are," I replied, pulling her lips to mine again.  She started to dive again, but this time I resisted, and instead wrapped my legs around her. 

She placed her nubs on my cheeks, and rocked her head from side to side, at the same time teasing my lips with her tongue. How pleasant and relaxing that was -- I

had never kissed or fondled a woman in a pool before, and to start this enjoyable habit with the armless Anitra was incredibly satisfying.  We started experimenting with

all sorts of positions, and I appreciated being free to move anything I wanted without thinking about how I was going to support myself. I even found myself diving after

Anitra, for catching her was so enjoyable that I didn't want to let her get far away.

 

 She must have enjoyed it too, for when I tired a little, she swam around me close by -- what a delight she was to watch. She performed an underwater ballet, coming

close to me often so that I could touch her body and embrace her -- I saved my strength for more of those delectable underwater kisses. She finally snuggled close to

me as we both floated on our backs, and I leisurely paddled to the ladder.

 

 The trance was broken when she saw where we were. "Arthur, you are impossibly inconsiderate," she exclaimed. "How will I climb that ladder without arms?" she

asked, brandishing her stumps.

 

 "Like this," I replied, ducking under her and placing my head between her thighs, at the same time grabbing the ladder.  I started climbing the ladder, and she grabbed

me firmly with her legs.

 

 "Arthur!" she all but screamed. "Stop this! You will surely drop me -- Arthur, stop!" She sounded panicky, so I reached one hand up to her waist to steady her, and

climbed out onto the pool deck. "You are terrible," she continued, still sounding scared.  "Please put me down--I am so afraid that you will drop me. Please, Arthur . . ." I

spun her around my neck; then she indeed did start to fall, screaming, but I caught her without difficulty. The look of sheer terror on her face, and her futile attempts to

grab onto something with her stumps told me that I'd overdone it.

 

 I quickly sat on the nearest lounge chair, and pulled her shivering body close to me.  "You are diabolical," she sobbed.  "That was not fair. I do not like to be scared.

Please do not do that to me again."

 

 "I'm sorry, dearest Anitra," I said, kissing her fondly. "I had no intention of dropping you. I'm sorry -- I didn't think how it might feel to you."

 

 "It was terrible," she said, still shivering.  I quickly rose to get a towel and draped it around her shoulders, then pulled her close again.  She snuggled up close, and

continued, "When you started climbing out, I just had to grab you to hold onto, and the realization that I had no arms with which to do so was absolutely terrifying.  It

was similar to a nightmare, where you fall and fall and fall, and can do nothing about it.  And when you made me slip off . . . ." She shuddered at the thought, and I put

both arms around her and pulled her closer, fondling her shivering body through the towel.

 

 "I'm a boor," I apologized again.  "I didn't intend to frighten you," I said, kissing her forehead. The fact that she continually snuggled closer to me told me that she

wasn't angry, and I freed one hand to sort of dry her legs and some of me. Then I resumed holding her close, enjoying the feel of her soft body pressed to mine.

 

 She made to sit up, and I aided her, then finished drying her, spending extra effort on her breasts and stumps.  She giggled at that, and playfully pushed the towel

around with her nubs.

 

 I pulled off her bathing cap, and taking handsful of that golden hair, pulled her lips firmly to mine. Her stumps came up, first to attempt to push my hands away, then to

massage my neck as she pushed her body against mine.  I freed one hand to slide down to her buttocks, pushing her pelvis close to me, and sliding my other hand

behind her head.

 

 "I can't hold you enough, dear Anitra," I said as I broke away to look at her face.  She now had a serene look, and I pulled her with me as I lay back on the lounge chair.

 

 "And I love every minute of that." she replied, snuggling up close again.

 

 "You are beautiful, inside and out, my love," I whispered.  gently kissing the top of her head.  "I love you -- oh, do I love you!"

 

 She replied by wiggling some more, nuzzling her head under my chin.  I pulled her as close as I could, and looked up at the slowly drifting cloud forms.  'What a life,' I

thought. 'What a woman!' And she was going to be mine!  It was almost too much pleasure at once.

 

 * * * * *

 

Dinner that evening was somewhat of a strain. Mavis hadn't wanted me to dress her, insisting on wearing what she had on.  She resented the fact that I had to feed

her, glowering at me when my coordination wasn't perfect.  She refused to guide my hand with a stump, so I had to concentrate harder -- she was obviously

demonstrating to me how much she was suffering.  She did accept champaign, and I hoped that would relax the tension.

 

 Anitra was quiet too, although she aided Bill as he fed her. I wondered what her thoughts were, and when the meal was finished, asked her for a dance.

 

 "A penny for your thoughts," I whispered, as we danced close together. Her stump felt limp in my hand, but I savored the pressure of her breasts, and the tender touch

of her cheek to mine.

 

 After a long pause, she answered.  "I love you, dear Arthur. I am wondering if we could have a life together. Right now, I'm very, very happy -- but we must wait until

this adventure is over."

 

 "And I love you, darling Anitra," I said, my eyes moistening.  "I can think of nothing more pleasant that spending the rest of my life with you -- it would be like a never-

ending dream.  You are such a beautiful, charming, exciting woman, I don't see how anyone could ever tire of your delightful presence." I inched closer and kissed her.

 

 "Oh-h-h, Arthur," she cooed. "You do say the most wonderful things. But, please understand -- I only want to be sure that you will be happy with me . . . ." she trailed

off.

 

 "With arms?" I asked.

 

 She answered by nodding her head in the affirmative.  We continued dancing in silence. At the conclusion, she smiled at me weakly.  "O.K.?" she asked.

 

 "O.K." I replied.

 

 "This has been a long day," she mused as we walked back into the lounge. Mavis and Bill weren't there, so we slowly strolled towards the suite. I held her very close to

me, and she rested her head on my shoulder.  I began to feel what her fears might be -- if I had to have stumps to perform as I had, then we weren't compatible at all.

And I didn't really know the answer -- I had never been able to please so many women so well in all my life, not to mention how satisfied I was.  I wasn't at all sure I

could continue away from the present environment.  If I give the impression that I'm the world's greatest lover, I apologize -- when I recollect the scenes, I'm absolutely

astounded at me -- me as the sought-after, brilliantly performing sex partner! Jesus! To paraphrase Babe, 'That ain't never happened to me before.' But I was so busy

trying to get the most enjoyment out of this situation that I never stopped to think that I was behaving like an actor rather than a real person. To this day, I wonder what

my life might be like if I had kept a realistic view of what was happening.

 

 "Oh, well," I thought. "That decision is a long way off."

 

 Mavis and Bill appeared surprised when we entered the suite, Bill hurriedly removing his arm from around Mavis, and nervously sipped his drink.  She straightened

herself in her chair, not quite sure what to do with her empty sleeves.

 

 "Would you like a nightcap, dear?" Bill offered.

 

 "No, I do not," she replied, coolly.  "I am very tired -- will you please dress me for bed?"

 

 Bill shrugged his shoulders, and drained his glass. He cast a glance at Mavis, and slowly started to rise.

 

 "Dear!" Anitra called over her shoulder, continuing her walk to the bedroom.

 

 "Coming," he grumbled as he started after her. My eyes were glued to that beautiful figure, her fanny moving just enough to make a really sensual walk without being

obviously provocative.

 

 I turned to Mavis just in time to see her brush a tear from her eye with a stump.  She bit her lip, and rose without speaking I followed her into the bedroom, and silently

helped her undress.  I sensed how upset she probably felt, and didn't press anything. A quick kiss was about all I thought she was ready for. I gently tucked her under

the bedcovers and then undressed myself and followed suit.  I had a lot to think about.

 

 

 IV.

 

 

 I slept later the next morning -- Mavis had sat on my bed, and was teasing my face with her soft arm remnants. I looked happily into her smiling face and reached for

her waist. She stood, and clamping my hand between her stumps, attempted to pull me out of bed.

 

 "Get up, sleepyhead!" she called to me.

 

 "I'm not ready yet. Didn't you forget something?" I replied, sitting up.

 

 "What?" she said, looking around with a surprised expression.

 

 I lunged at her waist, and pulled her vigorously onto the bed. Her outstretched arm nub did little to break her fall, and her face was buried in the bedcovers. She

pushed herself up with difficulty, and catching her breath, said, "What did I forget?"

 

 "This," I said, leaning to kiss her half-open mouth. That was quite a sight -- she propped up on those mock arms, her mouth glued to mine, and those dangling breasts

in a very handy place. I fondled them with glee as she tried to struggle into a sitting position, without success. Watching her, I realized that we take a lot for granted --

when we want to sit up, we push ourselves up with an arm. But Mavis, without arms, was really having difficulty. She finally pulled her lips away from mine, and crawled

over me, "walking" on her nubs until she got to a level spot. Then she pulled her knees under her and sat up at last. I playfully pulled her over me again, and watched

her struggle once more.

 

 "You're mean, she scowled at me. Her sheer nightgown had twisted, and one breast was exposed, the strap hanging loose. She vainly tried to push the strap up, and

swatted my hand away with a stump when I tried to help. "Apologize first," she said flailing at me in futility as I pulled the nightgown into place. I pulled her to me again,

but hadn't noticed how close to the edge of the bed I was -- as I leaned back, I started sliding to the floor head first, Mavis on top of me, her nubs extended to push me

away. My legs were tangled in the covers, and I was trapped, as she went through contorted positions attempting to get free. At last she wriggled her legs free, and

extending them away, sat up on the floor beside me. Before I could grab her, she had quickly inched out of reach, and with a little awkwardness, stood up and ran for

the door, her stumps flying.

 

 "Hey! I'm sorry," I called to her, struggling free at last. She had dropped to her knees at the door, frantically trying to turn the knob with her stumps. She was making no

progress, so I walked behind her, and lifted her up with my hands around her waist. I turned and tried to kiss her, but she shook me away.

 

 "You're sadistic! You like to have me helpless so you can laugh while I struggle. It isn't fair!" she scowled.

 

 "I shouldn't have done that," I apologized, "but you looked so ridiculous it was funny."

 

 "Funny? There's nothing funny about it! I don't like this at all," she said, still holding me at stump's length.

 

 "I'm really sorry-- I promise I'll never do it again."

 

 "Please don't. It's so humiliating. Please dress me."

 

 "First things first," I said, reaching for a breast.

 

 "Not now! If you won't dress me, I'll get Bill to," she said, obviously still mad.

 

 "O.K., O.K. I'll do it," I said reluctantly. I dressed her as she directed, but didn't enjoy it nearly as much, because she wouldn't let me play -- it was strictly business, like

I was a maid. I opened the door and she stepped out without a word.

 

 I dressed, and went into the kitchen where Bill sat, sharing a cup of coffee with Mavis. "Is Anitra up?" I asked, pouring myself a cup.

 

 "She's got a little bit of a cold, " Bill replied. "Not bad, but she thought she'd better stay in bed."

 

 I hid my disappointment during the leisurely breakfast, and accepted Bill's offer to clean up the mess I'd left the kitchen in. I excused myself and walked around the

villa aimlessly, apprehensive about the current situation. I wondered what I had got us all into. I brightened when I saw some action around the pool, and headed for it.

 

 Only a few couples were there, and I quickly took in the variety of the beauties, all missing a limb or two. Then I stared incredulously at a tiny girl at the far corner, for

she was entirely devoid of limbs. She was sitting on a lounge chair, and appeared to be alone, her eyes closed in sleep or contemplation. I walked over quickly, and my

pulse continued to quicken as I surveyed her torso. Not even a vestige of an arm remained -- only the smooth curve of her shoulders could be seen through the

armholes of her sleeveless dickey. Similarly, no trace of her legs were visible, although the short, pleated tennis skirt covered most of what would have been stumps if

they had been longer. Her breasts were tiny, and barely stretched her dickey. She had fine, delicate features, with a tiny, upturned nose, and arching eyebrows. Her

dark hair was swept back into a bun -- she really was cute.

 

 "Have you been deserted?" I asked, hoping she understood English.

 

 "Oh, hello," she said, opening her eyes and flashing a broad smile. I placed her accent as Australian or New Zealand, and noticed the sparkle in her eyes. "Yes, I have

been. My brute of a husband propped me up here and said he'd be back in time for lunch. Won't you sit down?" she said as she moved her head and a shoulder to sort

of point. I sat where her feet would have been, and was amazed at how tiny she was -- she looked almost like a child. It was hard to estimate her height, but I guessed

that it would have been no more that five feet. She was really very pretty, and she studied me intently with her big, brown eyes.

 

 "Pardon me for staring, but you're uncommonly pretty," I finally said.

 

 "Oh, thank you. I thought you might be staring at this," she said, giving a slight motion to her extremities. "Different, isn't it?"

 

 "It must be terribly inconvenient," I replied. "So your husband had you reduced to a torso and then left you -- how inconsiderate."

 

 She laughed. "He has his good points. I'm glad you came by -- I was feeling lonely. Is your wife here?"

 

 "She's mad at me for something. Can I get you anything?" I offered.

 

 "No thanks. I'm comfortable." She wiggled a little, and I was amazed that she could show any expression at all with her abbreviated body. We introduced ourselves

(her name was Debra), and chatted cordially for a while. I enjoyed that, for she was a good conversationalist with a great sense of humor.

 

 "Would you mind carrying me to my suite?" she asked. "This sun is going to do me in."

 

 "I'd be happy to," I replied in anticipation, for I had been wanting to touch her shapely torso. I stood, and with one hand under her buttocks and the other around her

back, I lifted her up and drew her close to me.

 

 "You're as light as a feather," I noted. "Are you comfortable?"

 

 "Very," she said as she wiggled a little. I moved my hands around and inadvertently touched one of her tiny breasts.

 

 "Sorry," I apologized, moving my hand away.

 

 "Don't be," she smiled. "Your arms feel good around me."

 

 "I don't think you're leveling with me," I mused aloud.

 

 Her eyes sparkled. "Now what ever gave you that idea," she said with another big smile.

 

 "Just a hunch," I replied. We were at her door, and I freed a hand to open it, then quickly caught her as she almost fell.

 

 "Don't drop me -- I might break," she laughed.

 

 "You don't have much left to break," I joked. "But don't worry -- I have no intention of dropping you. Am I hurting you?" I asked as I stepped inside.

 

 "Heavens no! Like I said, your arms feel good around me. Why don't we sit over there on the couch," she said, motioning with her head.

 

 "You'll have to tell me what you'd like," I said as I sat her on the couch, and sat alongside.

 

 "I'd like you," she said, leaning and falling against me.

 

 I put my hands around her tiny waist, lifted her up and set her on my thighs, facing me. "You mischievous little devil! But I'm afraid I'm too big for you," I noted.

 

 "Don't worry about it," she said smiling. She moved her leg "stumps" to my great surprise, but then I realized that there must be short thigh bones inside that little skirt.

It felt great, and I pulled her lips toward mine. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and I kissed her lightly. Her lips were moist, and she opened them slightly,

and I stiffened as I felt a quick dart of her tongue. I pulled her closer and lay back, enjoying her gentle pressure on my body. Her breasts, tiny as they were, felt good,

and she wiggled everything she had as her mouth and tongue became more active. The pressure of her "thigh" on me was arousing me quickly as she wiggled them in

all directions.

 

 I pushed her away a little and exclaimed, "Wow! You manage to get a lot of activity out of your torso -- but I'm not sure how to handle you," I said.

 

 She smiled and said, "I don't think you need lessons." she said as she twisted to brush my hand with a breast. Now I was really getting hard, and undid the buttons of

her dickey, which slid off her armless shoulders and fell to the floor. Those little breasts were inviting, and I lifted her by her waist and maneuvered one close to my

mouth. As I kissed it gently, she turned her torso, pushing it harder to my lips. I opened my mouth and pulled the entire breast in -- or so it seemed. It was wonderfully

soft, and she wiggled her torso repeatedly as I felt her nipple with my tongue. She was all smiles as I switched to the other breast, and bounced her up and down with

my hands still around her waist.

 

 "Hey, you're great!" I exclaimed as I lowered her into my lap again. "I thought your breasts were too small, But they're O.K."

 

 She threw her head back and laughed. "You know what Dear Abbey says -- anything more than what you can get in your mouth is wasted." The strange pressures on

my organ felt really good, and I balanced her in one hand while I undid the little skirt. Then I lifted her up high, leaving the skirt in my lap, and marvelled at the smooth

curve of hips right around to her love patch. I put it to my lips, and savored it with my tongue. Her body was delightful, and I maneuvered it around to place kisses all

over it. It was easy to progress in any direction -- there wasn't anything to get in the way!

 

 She was obviously enjoying it too. She especially enjoyed my kissing of her "stumps" and said, "Why don't you get undressed, so I can really get to you?" I laid her on

the couch like a pillow, feeling sorry about her complete helplessness, and promptly stripped. "Oh-h-h-h! That's a beauty," she exclaimed as my erect organ appeared. I

again picked her up and spun her around as I lay back; and guided her lips to it. Her lips and mouth felt heavenly, and she was delightfully expert with them. I lay her

torso on top of me, and she surrounded me with obvious glee. I massaged her fanny and hips, savoring the feel as she wiggled them. It was more of a changing

pressure than a movement -- totally different from anything I'd ever experienced before. I lifted her bottom up to savor that lovely patch some more. She supported her

weight on her collarbones and breasts, still making my organ happier and happier. My tongue went to work, and I could tell things were going well by her mouth activity.

She was really a pulsating blob now, and was working faster and faster. As I speeded up my tongue activity, she let out a muffled cry, shuddered in ecstasy and bit my

organ playfully.

 

 "Ouch!" I bellowed, and she responded with a slower caressing, never removing her mouth -- then I realized that she couldn't. I sloowly pulled her away, and held her

high in the air. Her beautiful face had a serene look, and I lowered her onto me.

 

 'This is different,' I thought as I maneuvered her patch onto my throbbing penis. As I first entered, she winced in pain, and spread her "thighs" wider. I stopped, and

progressed slowly, she encouraging me on with her wiggles. It was slow, painful going, but at last I was in, and her full weight on me helped to get a deeper

penetration. I bounced her up and down slowly, and she laughed aloud with pleasure.

 

 "Wow! You're big," she exclaimed. "But it feels so great. I sure know you're in me -- everything is pushed out of shape. I thiink my kidneys and liver have changed

places. There -- you got to my stomach," she laughed, swivelling her torso rapidly. "Art, dear, you are sensational!" Then she clamped her "thighs" together quickly,

and the resultant increase in pressure was superb.

 

 "And you, Debra, are amazing. I'd like to spin you around like a top," I laughed. "You're great!"

 

 "Go ahead," she laughed, throwing her head back. I bounced her up and down, rotating her torso a little each time. Shortly I was looking at her back, then she was

facing me again. "Faster!" she cried out. I responded and began to really get with it, bucking her into the air with my pelvis, and continually rotating her around. What an

experience! My climax was nearing, and so was hers, I thought, for she was crying out and her head was rolling wildly. I stopped with her facing me and rocked her

back, delighting in the changed pressure on my organ. Then I pulled her forward, then back, all the time pumping harder. I erupted with a great satisfaction, and she

was still vibrating, with an orgasm as I gently lay her torso onto mine. She rubbed my chest with her head as if in thanks, and her soft hair felt wonderful. I put my hand

on it, massaging her delectable fanny and "thighs" with the other one.

 

 "That was wonderful," I remarked. "I'd never have believed it."

 

 She laughed, and wiggled a little. "That it was. When you said you were too big for me, I never dreamed you could be -- it still feels grand!" she said with a happy

squirm. "And that top spinning! To remember the feel of you rotating inside me gives me goose bumps! That's worth doing without legs for. M-m-m-m-m-M!" she said,

her wiggling slowing a little. "Hold me tight."

 

 I put both hands around her "stumps" and massaged little folds of flesh, at the same time clamping my elbows to her waist. She kissed my neck softly, and pressed

her shoulders to my chest. Those little breasts still felt good, and I massaged them with my body. She bit my neck playfully.

 

 "Ouch!" I cried. "You're a regular little hellion."

 

 "I like you so much. I want to eat you up." Her next bite was more gentle.

 

 As I closed my eyes and savored my grand feelings, I thought of her as a woman for the first time. Her lack of limbs made no difference now, for she felt like the tiny

woman she was. Her head movements were sensuous, and she rubbed my neck with her nose, her forehead, her chin, her hair, and then her lips and -- "ouch!" -- her

teeth again.

 

 At last I sat up, holding her to me, and the recognition of her complete helplessness returned. I lifted her up, relishing the wiggling of her "thighs" so I slowly slipped

out, and with one last kiss, lay her on the couch. I really felt sorry for her, for she couldn't sit up, turn over, or do anything. It seemed so wrong to just deposit her there

like an abandoned doll.

 

 "Don't feel sorry for me," she said, reading my thoughts. "I'm enjoying this all."

 

 "You're crazy," I replied, as I retrieved her skirt.

 

 "Would you give me a shower?" she asked, with a coy smile.

 

 "Now how in the hell am I going to do that?" I wondered, feeling afraid I couldn't hold her slippery torso.

 

 "You haven't had any trouble so far," she replied. "You keep coming up with delightful new ideas. Please?"

 

 "O.K." I laughed. "To the showers with you." I picked her up and held her on my hip like a sack of potatoes.

 

 I propped her up in a corner of the shower while I adjusted the water, and then sat cross-legged facing her. I set her in my lap, and lathered her up, barely managing to

hang on to her slippery torso. Her minuscule breasts got a lot of massaging, and she giggled. Her shoulders felt almost as good, and I was wondering how to position

her to get at her delightful bottom. The only place I could hold her securely was with my hands around that tiny waist. Lifting her up, I stretched my legs out and lay her

back on them, making sure that her head was clear of the water spray. When I had my fun, massaging every square inch from her waist down. Her softness was really

enjoyable, and whenever my soapy hand rubbed one of her "thighs", she wiggled it rapidly, and I could feel the tiny bone inside moving all around. It was all so

delectable. I really didn't want to stop. I cleaned myself in that position, and raised my knees, letting her slide into my crotch. Those pulsating "thighs" went to work to

my great pleasure. She twisted then back and forth by swivelling her hips, but suddenly lost her precarious balance and slid slowly to the tile, turning her head to take

the fall on a shoulder.

 

 "Help!" she sputtered, for her head had fallen into the spray, and her futile wiggling and twisting wasn't moving her anywhere. I quickly put a hand behind her neck,

and pulled her out. She shook her head vigorously to fling off drops of water.

 

 "Sorry," I said. "That's what I was afraid would happen."

 

 "No big problem," she said. "but those kind of situations make me realize how really helpless I am."

 

 I held her bottom to the shower and rinsed it thoroughly, kissing her minuscule "stumps" fondly with my wet lips. Then I held her in various positions under the spray

until all traces of the soap were gone. Then I sat her in the corner again, and rinsed myself -- she sputtered every time I inadvertently splashed her face. Picking her up

gently, I draped the tiny torso over my hip again, and grabbing a towel, headed for the bed. Laying the towel flat on the bed, I dropped her onto it, and she laughed as

she bounced. Drying her was easy -- there was so little of her. I pulled the towel out from under her, rolling her over onto the bed. She came down face first, and quickly

turned her head to breathe. I turned her over and propped her up against the pillows, and dried myself vigorously.

 

 "Oh, you look so great," she complimented. "I want to feel you inside me again."

 

 "Hey -- I'm an old man," I replied, and I was beginning to feel like one. I was tired, my groin ached. and I dearly wanted to oblige her. "Some other time."

 

 I brought her dickey and skirt, and fitted them carefully, for the leg openings had to be arranged perfectly to insure that her love patch was covered. Then I combed her

hair, and held her up to the mirror. She wanted her lipstick freshened, so I sat her in my lap and did my best. She promptly turned and planted a kiss on my neck.

"There -- I've left my mark," she laughed.

 

 "You little hellion. You're going to get me in trouble."

 

 "I'd love to," she said as she tried again, but I pushed her away and lay her back on the bed. I cleaned off the lipstick, arranged the bath as it had been before, and

dressed.

 

 "Well, little Debra, what do I do with you now?" I said. "I've got to be going."

 

 "Oh, bother. Let me see -- you'd better put me back where you found me," she said. I carried her back with one hand up inside that little skirt, and the other around her

back. I lowered her gently into the chair, and arranged the skirt folds. With one last kiss, I bade her goodbye, reflecting on how different she had been. I really didn't

think I fully enjoyed her, for her helplessness was just a little too much -- if only she had an arm, I thought. Then I laughed to myself, for that was the first time in my life

that I had wished for a wo