Chapter 2

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Dani’s recovery was rapid, surprising Doctor Nicholson, the Kennewick plastic surgeon who she’d been referred to. After four weeks, her facial bruising was nearly nonexistent and the difference was fucking amazing! Dani was truly beginning to look like those pictures from twenty-some years ago. Her changes over those years had been so gradual that I’d never even realized the differences.

And suddenly she was young again, almost like that girl with the heavy ‘youth’ makeup at the beginning of Second Chances, although, I thought, still more mature and much prettier.

Her breasts were still hidden full-time with the ‘recovery’ bras that Doctor Porter had sent with her. She’d been careful in showering to not show me, but if they were anything like her face...

Unfortunately, for me at least, Doctor Nicholson, at her four-week follow-up, announced that she could resume normal activities – except sex, that still could cause damage to her recovering breasts. I was nearly out of my mind, as was Dani.

And even more unfortunate, the studio requested that Dani make that trip to Tampa for the two months with Detective Royer, ‘scheduling’, they said when we asked why so soon, ‘it’s important’, they reiterated.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

So, two weeks before Dani and I could have sex for the first time in six weeks, she flew to Tampa for ANOTHER two months of celibacy.

Okay, brand me a pervert if you want, I’m sure the name fits, but after Dani left, and I was home alone, I checked some of Dani’s drawers.

Several of her sexy negligee nighties were gone, the same with most of her bikini panties. ‘Alan’ and her little remote control ‘rabbit’, too.

We skyped every night, as best we could, having a three-hour time difference. She was excited about the gig, explaining that Detective Royer is in vice, and yes, there is danger, every day the detective deals with dangerous people. But she wouldn’t give me any details.

Funny thing was, even after being married twenty-nine years, after everything we’d been through together, every Skype call, she keeps herself covered. Either she’s wearing something on top, with a bra underneath (obviously, the doctor requires it), or she keeps the covers pulled up. Since her surgery I haven’t had even an accidental glimpse of a bra-covered tit.

Next year, Dani’s going to be in Tampa, alone, for half a year, maybe more, a good share of that she’ll be acting the part of a stripper, and her director likes ‘reality’, even up to and including hard-core sex scenes. They’ll be edited to get past the censors, but those original shoots are no doubt going to be graphic. She’s going to be so fucking horny.

Speaking of horny, Jenny had invited me to their house several times but I always thanked her and declined. I had a pretty good idea what would happen if I did, the same thing as I’m envisioning could be happening in Dani’s hotel room at night.

I remembered that week in Tampa in my dream, the week that Alan must have fucked Dani twenty times, me watching almost every time, the cock cage I wore. I’d never realized it but learned then, I kind of liked that forced horny feeling, not being able to do anything to ease it.

But damn, it was getting fucking hard!

Maybe...

Dani had only been there a week, but it had been five weeks since that last night in Tampa. Another eight fucking weeks to go.

After two weeks there, she told me she’d had an appointment with another doctor in Tampa, she didn’t remember her name, but it was a woman, told her that she was released from any restrictions, and she STILL wouldn’t let me see. “I’m not happy with it,” she told me, “I don’t want you to see yet.”

So, our Skype messages went on the same in the following weeks, not a hint of Dani’s breasts. She even quit talking about it.

One night, I think she’d been in Tampa five weeks then, she told me that she’d driven by the Pink Orchid, “It looks just like the website picture from the outside,” she said.

“You go in?” I asked her.

“NO! I couldn’t, not by myself, it’s a STRIP club!”

I laughed, “You know you’re going to have to, don’t you?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when the time comes,” she said, her voice shuddering at the thought.

This was not going to be easy for her.

At that point, it had been three weeks since she’d been ‘cleared’ from her breast surgery, five weeks in Tampa, four more to go, and I still hadn’t had a glimpse below her neck. But above her neck, God! Every fucking time I skyped with her, I had to pinch myself just to see if I’d wake up from the dream. The bruising was gone, it was healed, and ... fuck, what that doctor had said, ‘You’ll become your daughter.’ She and Jodi could be friggin’ twins! I’d swear that if you put them together, you’d guess which was the mom fifty-percent of the time. Maybe you’d get it right a little more because Jodi doesn’t have her mom’s boobs.

Monday, August 9, 2021

I picked up Dani at the airport, and she told me, “We have two days, three nights before I have to leave on Thursday, to be there Friday ... The Pink Orchid,” she told me, nearly in tears.

“Can you do it?” I asked her, gripping her hand.

“No ... yes ... fuck, I don’t know!” and she buried her face in her hands, her whole body shaking.

She finally looked up at me, wiping her cheeks, “Yes, I can do it!”

Seeing Dani in person, that face...

Her ‘I can do it’ wasn’t very convincing.

I’d made arrangements that evening for dinner at The River’s Edge, along with our two sets of parents, Jon and his wife, Tammy, even Jodi drove home from Washington State, and Jen and Richard. Dani was nervous, both from her drastic change in appearance, none of them had seen her, except Jenny and Richard, and the movie, she didn’t know what to tell them, if anything. They all knew she was going to be in another movie and that she’d been in Tampa doing preliminary work for that, but we’d never told anyone anything about the movie.

Dani and I were the first there, then Jon and Tammy. They were chatting away as the hostess brought them to the table. They got about ten feet away and stopped, “Mom!?” Jon said, an incredulous look on his face.

“Can we wait till the rest are here so I don’t have to explain five times?” she asked.

Jon and Tammy were both staring at her when both our sets of parents came in together. I wasn’t surprised, over the years they’d become close friends and did a lot together. Dani’s mom and dad had probably stopped and picked up my parents. All four stopped short just as Jon and Tammy had. The rest of the group had much the same reaction, stunned.

Our hostess, Mona, asked what we’d like to drink after Jen arrived, alone. Naturally, Richard had an emergency at the last minute, the life of a pediatrician. He’s had that happen at some very awkward times, such as the first time we were partner-swapping, right before...

The girls, except Jodi, ordered wine, the rest of us various non-alcoholic drinks since we were driving. When Mona left to get the drinks, Dani began her explanation, “You already know that I’m going to be in another movie, but they needed me to look younger, so ... they arranged for the facelift, this...” turning her head in different directions to show all angles “is the result.”

“Wow,” Jen exclaimed, “I guess they got what they wanted, so ... it’s permanent?”

“Well, permanent sometimes has different meanings, but I suppose, in the context that you’re asking about, yes, it is, it won’t go away just because the movie’s done filming.”

“I want to do a little experiment,” I said, “Dani, Jodi, would you two stand together over by the window?” The wall facing the river is solid glass, a beautiful view.

They did, arms around each other, faces together, and I took a picture with my phone of just their faces. We sat back down and I looked at the picture, chuckling, handing the phone to Jon, “Hand it around,” I told him, “tell me, if you didn’t already know, which one’s the mom and which is the daughter?” Jodi is twenty-two, Dani had her fiftieth last December.