Her breasts had now become fuller. Her lips looked juicier. Her curves could make a parabola jealous and I could go on and on. I don’t know what got...into me but this was the first time I thought about her that way. Day proceeded I went on to take some rest it was already night. She was still all over my head, I kept on wandering about her and then I dozed offFrom what I can recall I had a good sound sleep for 10-12 hours (yeah am a bit dozer kind sleeping for 12 hours straight was not a big. Her heart fluttered at the smallest thought of him and those intense nights that they shared. As she lay in bed, her mind overloaded with thoughts of her burning, almost ache to be back in his arms again, she let her imagination take control . It started as a simple stroke through her hair and he kissed her cheek ever so sweetly. His hands strong and comforting gently grazed over her body as she lay in his bed, each feel of his skin touching hers sent her mind whirling with hopes of the night. I considered my options for a second or two before coming to the conclusion that I agreed with them – this time.I started undressing, and soon had my shoes and pants rolled inside a ball I made from my undershirt. As soon as I got naked, the feeling of being almost touched intensified by a magnitude or two, and the voices I almost heard became more demanding. It was like some of them would have been hoarse and the whole feeling started feeling almost sexy. It was like you were expecting to hear. "I hope to meet him again, quite soon."We covered post-war austerity, the swinging sixties and up to the present day. She was so interesting. I visit many ill and distressed parishioners, but I can say without reservation, I always came away from Ethel Hardy feeling better than when I arrived, which is not my usual experience. Perhaps it was because I always prayed for her before I left, and there was always the same powerful sense of a spiritual presence.By September, she was almost.