Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2011 12:05:04 -0600 (CST)
From: thumper101662@mchsi.com
Subject: My Saving Grace, Chapter Three

	When I woke up in the hospital, what I saw first was Grace, asleep
in a chair next to my bed. My head was still pounding a bit, my face still
a little swollen, but I managed a smile as I admired her sleeping form with
my unbandaged eye.
	I tried turning a bit, letting out a soft groan as my body was
still a bit sore. This woke up my savior with a start.
	"Oh, dear," she said
softly. "You're awake. I'm so happy for that."
	"I..." I started, but my throat was dry and it came out more as a
croak than anything.
	Grace jumped up from her chair and grabbed the cup of ice water
sitting on the bedside table and adjusted the straw to that I might take a
sip.
	"Shhhhh..." She whispered. "You just need some time to ad-just,
dear."
	I slowly sipped the water and a nurse came in to check on me. With
Grace'
	"Welcome back to the world of the living, Mrs. Adams," the nurse
greeted.
	"Wha...I couldn't...How long..." I stammered, trying to get my
bearings.
	"I'll take it from here, Nurse Johnson," Grace jumped in be-fore
the nurse could utter a word, nodded and left the room, clos-ing the door
behind her.
	I looked at Grace, the concern clear on my face and she sat down on
the edge of the bed and gently placed her soft hands on my shoulders, to
brace me for what was to come next.
	"Grace?" I whispered, blinking my good eye to focus on her beauty,
despite the worry on her face being masked by a warm smile.
	"Desiree, dear," she began, taking in a deep breath before
continuing. "You've been in a coma for three days. You had a nasty
concussion."
	My face lost all color and I began to cry. Grace gently and
carefully held me as it all came rushing back to me. David's as-sault,
Grace's intervention, the darkness overwhelming me.
	"David?" I asked in a soft, fearful voice. Afraid that he either
was gonna come after me again, or he was dead. I tried to brace myself for
either option.
	"He's in jail, sweetness," Grace assured me. "He won't be beating
you ever again."
	Just then, the doctor stopped in to check on me and talk to me
about my condition.
	"Well, hello, Mrs. Adams," she said, cheerfully. "It's nice to get
to meet you awake. I'm Dr. Lyndsey and I am the surgeon that took care of
you when Ms. Demming's brought you in."
	I started to offer my hand to her, but she waved it off kindly.
	"No need to shake hands in your state, Mrs. Adams. I'm just glad to
see you're alright."
	She picked up my chart and glanced over it, then smiled.
	"All vitals are back to normal, the swelling has gone down and
there's no infections. You will have to be on bed rest for a few more days,
but I think you'll be ready to go home tomorrow, if everything continues to
improve. We want to keep you here one more night for observation, just to
be sure."
	"Than...Thank you," I managed to croak out.
	Grace was quick to offer me another sip of ice water as the doctor
smiled.
	"You have a wonderful friend here, Mrs. Adams," Dr. Lynd-sey
added. "She's been here since you were brought in, never leaving your
side...except during surgery, of course. But she paced in the waiting room
all the while. I think we might have to replace some floor tiles, though,"
she laughed.
	I tried to laugh, but it hurt too much. Grace shushed me, a
sparkling gleam in her bright green eyes.
	Dr. Lyndsey apologized for her little joke but Grace assured her
everything was alright and that she would take good care of me.
	The next day, I was finally released and Grace insisted on me
staying at her house so she could watch over me while I re-covered. She
served me meals in bed; made sure I took all my meds and even gave me a
sponge bath (which was both soothing and embarrassing at the same
time). She was like my mother, very strict when it came to getting better.
	Grace had me set up on one side of her queen-sized bed "So I can
keep an eye on you," she had told me in no uncertain terms.
	Grace was ever the gracious and tentative host, never once making
any moves on me while I was recovering. Always tending to my every
need...rather, my normal needs in order to recover, that is.
	As the days past and I got to where I was finally able to get out
of bed, Grace and I got closer. I insisted on helping her put away more of
her stuff, since it was my fault for her not finishing moving in. This
upset her just a tad as she told me it was David's fault, not mine.
	It was a couple of weeks later when everything was where Grace
wanted things. She had even set up a place for some of my clothes so she
would not have to make so many trips across the street for things I
needed. I had also gotten many cards and flowers from the neighborhood
during that time, wishing me well.
	I had finally gotten the eye patch off of my right eye and my
bandage removed from my head, my hair had been cut off for surgery, but it,
too was growing back. It was still on the butch side of things, but Grace
assured me that my hair would more than cover the surgery scar.
	"How would you like to get out of the house for a bit, Desi-ree?"
Grace asked, smiling.
	"I sure would. No offense to you or your hospitality, but I'm
getting stir crazy," I laughed.
	"No offense taking, sweetness," Grace chuckled. "I have
reservations at `Chez Paz' this evening, but I thought maybe you'd like to
go to the mall and do some shopping."
	"Chez Paz?" I gasped. "I've never been there. Always wanted to, but
David was too cheap to take me anywhere so fan-cy."
	"Well, my dear," Grace replied. "It's time for a treat. A friend of
mine told me about it and I thought it was a great idea to share the
experience with...a friend."
	Chez Paz was one of the best (if not the best) Italian restau-rants
in town. They are well known for their Agnolotti and Melan-zane alla
Parmigiana. I've never had either, but tonight, I planned on trying one of
them, not sure which, though.
	I dressed lightly, since it was a warm day out, the sun was shining
and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. I put on a loose tank top and
cut offs, a sports bra with matching cotton panties. Grace dressed in a
t-shirt (no bra) and a short skirt. She also put her hair up in a ponytail
with a green ribbon that accentuated her red hair.
	"What shops are we going to?" I asked.
	"It's a secret," was all she would tell me.
	We hopped into Grace's Vette and zoomed off to the mall. She was
all smiles as we drove down the parkway, but never once letting on what her
intentions were. We made small talk all the way, though. Not even on clue
came out, regardless how hard I tried to trick her into letting the cat out
of the bag.
	When we arrived and found a parking space close to the main
entrance of the mall, Grace and I put the top up and locked the
doors. Grace took my arm into mine and escorted me into the mall.
	We passed several shops, Grace never looking into any of them. She
was on a mission and I knew it. Halfway through the mall, Grace stopped and
turned to me, smiling wide.
	"Now, from this point on, I want you to close your eyes and do NOT
open them until I tell you to. Okay?" she warned me. "If I even think
you're going to peek, I have a blindfold in my purse and I'm not afraid to
use it."
	"Okay, okay," I giggled as I closed my eyes. "I give up."
	After making sure I wasn't going to cheat, Grace took my left arm
and guided me around a corner and halfway down the walkway before turning
me into a store. I knew from the sound of the bell that we had crossed the
threshold.
	"Okay, sweetness," Grace whispered in my ear. "Open your eyes."
	I slowly did as she asked and gasped. We were in Fredrick's
of Hollywood. I turned a bright red and covered my mouth. I had never even
dared come into this place.
	"Grace?" I asked softly. "What are we doing here?"
	Grace nearly laughed out loud at my embarrassment.
	"You need now undies, my dear," she told me.
	"But...I've got plenty of undies," I whispered, hoping nobody else
could hear the tremble in my voice.
	"You forget, my dear," Grace began. "I've seen your undies. You
need something more...how should I say...sexy!"
	Grace walked me around to look at the different displays and picked
out a few sets for me to try on. They were the Legendary Lace Thong set in
black cherry, Chinoise Brocade Thong set, Satin and Lace Holiday Thong in
stormy night black, and the Eyelash Lace and Mesh Panty.

(Author's Note: these can be viewed on the Fredrick's website)

	"I can't possibly wear these, Grace," I blushed furiously.
	"You can," she told me in no uncertain terms. "And you will. You
deserve some sexy lingerie, sweetness."
	Surrendering, I followed Grace to the back where the chang-ing
rooms were and we found one in the very back that was emp-ty. I opened the
door and stepped in, closing the door behind me. Grace waited outside while
I sorted the new lingerie out to try on.
	"You're gonna look great," Grace assured me from outside the door.
	"If you say so," I replied as I began to undress.
	"Trust me," Grace said from the waiting area. "You'll thank me for
this later."
	I looked over the lingerie and decided to try on the most covering
pair of panties and matching bra. It was a little tight, but not
uncomfortable as I had thought it would be.
	"Come on, dear," Grace begged anxiously. "I wanna see it."
	Nervously, I cracked the door a little, hoping that she would just
peek in to see what I looked like. But Grace wasn't going to have none of
that as she yanked the door wide opened and pulled me out into the waiting
area and held me at arm's length.
	I quickly tried to cover myself as I looked around to see if anyone
was looking at me. Luckily, nobody was.
	"Come on, sweetie," Grace encouraged as she gently took my hands
and eased them to my sides. "Let's see the whole package."
	Nervously, I turned around slowly, letting Grace appraise me like a
fine crystal statue.
	"Hmmmm," Grace said, with her right hand resting on her left arm
which was crossed over her tummy, rubbing her chin with her right hand.
	"Does it look ok?" I asked, blushing brightly.
	"It looks wonderful, except..." Grace stepped up to me slow-ly. She
reached out to straighten the panties and then the bra. Stepping back, she
looked me up and down again before smiling sweetly.
	"I think those are wonderful," Grace replied. "You should get
them. Now, go try the thong."
	Grace turned me and patted my butt towards the dressing room. I had
to admit, this was kind of nice. But I was worried about the thong as I had
never worn one before and was a little embarrassed at showing my butt to
Grace, not to mention anyone else that happened to be in the area.
	Secretly, I was getting a bit aroused and I was hoping that it
would show in the skimpy black material of the thong. I quickly swapped
over to the thong set and slowly stepped from the dressing room, looking
around first to see if anyone else could see. Luckily, it was just Grace
and me so, with a little more confidence, I stepped away from the door and
did a little twirl in front of Grace, whose mouth was agape and eyes
bulging out at the sight of what I was wearing.
	"You look fabulous, Desiree. Not to mention sexy as hell." Grace
praised in a soft voice.
	"Thank you," was all I could say as I turned a deeper red than I
was before.
	"Let's get both sets and get going. We have to go get ready for
dinner," Grace concluded as she hurriedly ushered me back into the dressing
room so I could get dressed.
	It didn't take us long to purchase the lingerie and leave the
store. Grace led the way to the nearest exit and after about ten minutes,
we found her car and were on our way back to home. Grace had a bright
sparkle in her eyes the whole trip, which made me a bit nervous but I also
felt a little aroused also.


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