She had walked in and closed the door, standing back leaning against it,watching me. She had her tight black teeshirt on, but the pants were goneand ... white thong was all that was covering her sex. My morning hard on intensified now that my bladder was empty and thisblonde goddess was standing in front of me, half naked, with that sexyslept in look. I turned to spit, washing out the sink, and would have saidsomething except when I turned around her mouth was in the way. I lookedat the door. I said, “I think you need to massage your legs. I am damn sure your legs will get better”. She said, “But you know my condition. I can’t even bend properly. How will i massage?”.I said, “Then i will do it”. She became happy and said, “Really? I am so lucky to have such a caring neighbour like you”. I said, “Its Ok aunty. Seems like after this massage you will be able to start walking”. She surprised and said, “Really? Then do it”. I brought the oil and came back to her room. She was lying on. Life went on. Beth told me Steve was out of the country again, floating around Asia. I'd hate to have a husband gone as much as Steve was, but it didn't seem to bother Beth. Thinking about it, it seemed to me my husband spent a little too much time in medieval Europe. Anyhow, Steve was Beth's problem. But about ten days later, on a Tuesday morning, I came out of a morning counselling session and found a note from the secretary telling me to call Steve with a phone number. That had never. I never did find out where the plates, coffee cups, and eating utensils came from, but I never cared enough to chase that down. Anyway, Martha made sure that we each had a plate of food and a cup of coffee to haul around as she led me to the tables where the female prospects sat. She introduced me to so many people that day that my head was swimming with names that I promptly forgot by the time we got home.By this time, all of the young women knew my history, at least some of it, and they had.