Granny Bogner's was the finest restaurant in the area. The handicapped parking spot was immediately in front of the main entrance and it was empty so Fern decided to bypass the Valet. Valets were usually quite fun as they opened the door and a one legged beauty swung out of the car. Tonight though, Fern efficiently steered into "her" parking spot, hung her sign on the rear view mirror and turned to Don.
"Just because I drove doesn't mean that you are excused from your duties as a gentleman. My door please sir!"
Don exited the car and hurried around to open Fern's driver door. Taking her left hand he guided her pivot in the seat so that her right leg could reach out and drop to the ground. As she turned, her dress bunched up under her stump and exposed her long lithe right leg with its shiny anklet catching a glint of light from the restaurant's entrance. She offered Don her right hand and he gently pulled her up and out of the car and into his chest for a hug and a kiss.
Fern hopped to get her balance and allowed Don to reach into the back seat for her black fore arms. Proficiently slipping her hands through the cuffs and onto the handles, she levered herself away from the car so Don could close and lock the door. She invited him to rest his arm around her waist and she began the short crutch to the front stairs.
Crutching up the stairs, Don disengaged so that he could trail behind in the safe fall back position. That, of course, gave him the opportunity to watch the slit up Fern's dress gape and expose, first her long leg, and then her perfectly rounded stump. She briefly stopped, smiled at Don and proceeded to vault up the remaining stairs two at a time. Don took a deep breath and hustled to catch up and open the door for his lover.
As he reached for the door handle, the Maitre d' opened the door to greet the two guests and moments later, Fern and Don were being led to a two-top table overlooking the gardens and distant mountains. The restaurant was about half full and several people stole glances at the statuesque woman on crutches gliding across the dining room. A trained eye would know that Fern was operating with half of her underpinnings but others would just notice a gorgeous woman being aided by crutches.
Dinner had been great and Fern had indeed teased Don's manhood under the table cloth with her five pedicured toes and Don had had just enough wine to feel his oats and the two of them were heading home to the unveiling of Fern's new stump tattoo and "coiffed" pubis. Don knew they were going to have a wonderful evening but he surely had no idea just how wonderfully his darling Fern had planned it to be.
Fern told Don that she wanted to change and freshen up while he made a couple of decaf expresso liqueur coffees. "Surprise me," she cooed, "you know how excited I get when we have after dinner coffees."
Almost before Don had a chance to even think about things, she hopped down from the driver's seat, grabbed her sticks from the back seat and swished into the house. Don was just able to catch the last glimpse of her final crutch plant at the entry and the graceful swing through of her long leg sheathed in it's white evening gown.
So there was Don. He had already lit a nice small fire in the fireplace and put on a CD of old, sensual Rory Gallagher tunes that the two had danced to this past year and he had just finished adding fresh whipped cream to the two coffees when Fern reentered the room.
The first thing Don noticed was her white puff high heeled slipper as it parted the full length of her white lingerie robe when she placed her right leg forward onto the carpet. She was now using her white painted forearms. Under the sheer robe Don saw a white lace bra and panty set and a perfectly toned and proportioned woman's body almost ooze into the room.
