The doctors tell them more about their wounds.
“He makes it sound like there is nothing to this.”
Barb was silent. Penny was thoughtful. “He has done this lots of times, his wife is an amputee. If he thinks we need to treat this as no big thing, then we better do that.”
“I don’t know how I could be able to do that.”
THE FOURTH EVENING
Margie’s fiancé came in to visit. He talked with her for a while then they pulled the curtain shut. A few minutes later he pulled it open. He sat quietly and held her hand for nearly an hour, then got up and left without a word. When the other visitors left Margie burst into tears. Barb looked over, “What’s wrong?”
“He said he isn’t sure how we will be able to handle this.”
“What he means is he can’t handle it.”
“But he said he still loves me.”
“Remember you’ve changed drastically. Is he a leg or breast man?”
Margie stopped crying, “A what?”
Barb continued, “All men are either leg men or breast men. Which does he like? Your legs or your breasts?”
“Both.” Penny blushed.
“Both?” Barb sounded surprised.
“Both. He likes my legs and my breasts.” She finished the sentence and burst into tears. “Well, he liked my legs.”
“So the big man can’t handle having a gal that isn’t prefect.”
Margie started crying again.
Penny chimed in. “Don’t they understand you are the same person?”
Barb shook her head, “Where have you been? They want a gal with a nice set of hooters, actually nice isn’t important, big is. And you better have a nice butt and nice legs. A pretty face and nice hair helps, but they aren’t really necessary.”
“Aren’t we cynical?” Penny offered.
“My boyfriend already told me last night that he would still go out hiking, no matter what. If I can’t hack it on the trail, I’ll just have to stay at home. That means that if I can’t hike to some secluded spot with him and screw all night in a sleeping bag, he can go alone. That means he probably has some red head with a nice pair of hooters and two legs that go on forever stashed somewhere. He was probably doing her when I was on duty.”
Penny turned red again. “Is screwing all night all the guys you date want?”
“It’s pretty close to that. Men are pretty shallow.”
“I want more than that or I’ll stay single.”
“If that is what you are waiting for, I suggest a vow of chastity.”
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