On mornings like this, even my library of classical music doesn’t offer anything to compete.My mind wanders to the subject of Miss Gee. Nine? She sa...d she’d call. We’ll see. Pickles’ movement catches the corner of my eye. He’s shifted to a resting place on the deck. Twenty hours a day. I think I tracked him one day and he slept twenty hours, getting up only for input, output, and I guess, to stave off bedsores.But who am I to talk? I’m burning an hour, post-breakfast, sipping coffee,. "I'm sorry. I will be home some time next week and I will make it up to you," he said, apologizing. "Okay, I will see you then." "Happy anniversary I love you, bye" my husband said. "I love you too, bye" I said and hung up. I was still pissed and my adrenaline was pumping. I got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I grabbed my robe and went to get the newspaper. I threw the paper on the table and waited for the coffee to finish. As I was pouring a cup of. She kissed him back and started to moan while he played with her tits. I moved closer to her from behind and fondled her ass with both my hands and pushed her hips against him, she reached down towards my pants and rubbed my buldging cock. The elevator reached the 11th floor and we quickly got out, headed to the room.Once I closed the door he immediately kissed her again, unzip her dress and let it slide to the floor exposing her breast. He fondled her breast and nipples with his fingers and. And she had no intention of letting him know she was there. The images she collected help get her through each boring day, waiting for her mother to come and play nursemaid.Jody chastised herself: she shouldn't be so damned ungrateful. Mother had been wonderful since the accident, dropping her own interests and activities to be there for her. She'd fed her, washed her, and tried to entertain her everyday. She'd brought gossip and magazines and never complained about missing her own friends.But.