‘I’m so very alone! No one wants me. No one loves me. I wish I was dead. I wish I had never been born.’ More and more of her internal thinking c...me to life adding more fuel to her depressed mood. Perhaps it was the weather, the gray skies and all, but her mood was growing darker as the minutes of the day melted into the infinite realm of time. ‘Oh Winston, I’m so lonely.’ Soon her crying intensified, sending rivers of tears down her cheeks and onto the couch. Grabbing a pillow, she hugged it. " He reached up gingerly to touch them, as if afraid that they were real. Tina had expertly blended the latex to his own skin - even Bill couldn't tell where the real skin ended and the latex appliance began.Tina smiled. She had always felt sorry for Bill, and knew that he was a truly nice person underneath his shy awkward exterior. "Okay, lets get the rest of this on you." Bill picked up the bra and stared at it, confused. Tina smiled. "No, that's not the way. Hook the bra around your waist,. Well, in this frame of mind and downright horny by now, I set out for the walk. As if the weather knew what I was thinking, it began a cool romantic drizzle and built up to steady rain. Not the sort that lashes down, but the sort that pours down at a rhythmic pace. The kind that you watch through your window while making love... shivering, I took shelter on the verandah of one of the neighboring cottages - wondering who occupied it. It invariably was unoccupied! In a surge of boldness, I. Then she thought she heard something. Faint music, from far down the corridor. She grinned. There really wasn't anything it couldn't do. Renewed, she followed the faint sound, which quickly grew into something more recognizable: smooth jazz. It wasn't long before she found the source. The door in front of her was labelled “A. Webber”, and the keypad was glowing a welcoming green. Rose tapped it, and the door opened quietly, revealing the dark interior of a tiny living space. Rose took a.