In the car Barb was muttering.  “That air-headed receptionist is taking a cast home so she can turn on her boyfriend.  And she is getting a second one so she has two, one for each leg.  And you can’t walk on it because it has a shocker in it.  She’s totally immobile with them on, how does she get to the can when she has them on?”

“If you have a guy to take care of you it isn’t a problem.”

“Oh.  Gosh.  I never thought of that.”

“If you could turn on a guy, wouldn’t you want to do it up?  And most likely he waits on her hand and foot when she is in the cast.”

“Wouldn’t that be great to do? But with little stumpy here, who is going to want me?”

“I was thinking that too.”

DAY FIFTY TWO

Barb was excited when she arrived at the office.  “You remember my not being able to ‘turn on the guys’ thing when we were discussing Brittany at the leg shop?  We were dead wrong.  You have got to see these.”  She handed Penny a paper with several web addresses.  “But don’t look at them here, some of them border on being pornies, actually, some of them are.  But can these gals do things.”

“What are they?”

“They’re web sites with pictures of amps, that is the term they use.  There are some real lookers and they have made looking sexy on one leg an art.”

“Yea, but they can put a page out there, but who takes the time to look.”
“You should see the web counts, the number of visits to some of these sites.  And they SELL the pictures and videos for good money.  I’m talking about fifty dollars for a video.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No I am not.  You look for yourself.  Some of them are selling pictures and they aren’t really that good looking women.  Heck, some of our homeliest officers here look better.”  She showed printouts of a couple of pages.  “Actually, you Margie and I look better than some of them.”

Gary Stamm, a male officer came over just as she said it, “Selling pictures of what?”

Barb blushed, “Women.”

“I like pictures of women.  Are they pretty women?”