My poor, sweet darling... Damn, he had wanted to see her, to go to her so badly, but Leduc had opposed the idea. Seeing him in her present condition, ...he Doctor had insisted, would only bring her deeper fits of remorse, and presently she needed any thing but that. She was content to rest there and await his return, Leduc had said, but he was certain once she was aware her husband was back from his mission she would want to leave the sanitarium and she was frankly not well enough to do so.Paul. "What cha doing Becky?" She lost the game ... she has to take off a piece of clothing." She said looking back at me. "Who are you?" Her eyes could barely focus and she was having a hard time sitting up."You sent me a txt message." Did I? Oh well your cute. I think. And you kinda look like my brother and he's hot. What's your name?" Well if I look like your brother why don't you can me bro." Ok bro. But what's wrong with your pants? Is that your cock?"I had taken my pride and joy out for some. “Oh, Steve – that was quick. I’m so glad you could come over.” She sat up resting on her elbows. The afternoon sun was still high above the tree line and bathed the garden in golden light. I stared at her, unable to take my eyes off her breasts. They weren’t particularly large but had a perfect teardrop shape topped by small dark circles surrounding her nipples.There weren’t any tan lines on her body. She remained silent for a while making no attempt to divert my gaze. Finally, she spoke. I heard all about her ‘learning the ropes’ in her job and in her ‘roomie’ affair. Apparently, her boyfriend was married, traveled frequently, and had set her up in an apartment, both for his ‘convenience’ and as a perk for her. Over the course of the next two days we ate, talked, spent a lot of time in the pool and she was impatient to see her ‘boyfriend’. When she told me all about him, and his age, I felt envious. Hey, who was I to chastise her, or him, for things that I had done myself over.