"I finished my morning coffee, and walked through the side yard to the garage. A quick check revealed all was well. No pipes were leaking, nothing had...fallen from the shelves, and everything looked okay. I exited the garage and turned left, pushing open the gate into Jan's little hideaway."Yes, step right this way good readers. This is a rare treat indeed; you are entering authoress Janet Matheson's World of Romance Garden. Did you know that she rarely lets her husband in here?" I wasn't. He moves his hand forward, and squeezes her breast. She moans again. He squeezes her nipples, “aaahhhhhh”. That got Ravi hard inside his pants, who was watching. However she feels something different behind. Kunal moves his hand down, and starts fingering her. “aaahhhhhh, ummmmmmmm”. And she hasn’t even got started. I now come infront of the glass divider. She sees me on the other side. Is shocked. Turns around to find another guy.She turns around and looks at me, and I she lip reads me :Happy. I also had a hose disconnect from my continuous positive airway pressure (CPAP) breathing machine, so I really needed a nurse.Two hours later, no one had responded to my call button. Posted everywhere is the extension to call to invoke the “code blue” team for cardiac arrest. I called the number, telling them I was the patient in room 1234, and, if they’d check their monitor, would have been showing as dead for the last couple of hours. I didn’t really need the code team, but could they send. He thought Byron Bay would be a city and the festival was a concert arena. He was keen to check out the local scene and some Australian music, but not to be stuck out in ‘the bush’ on a field with some girl he had slept with once after a drunken party back in Stockholm. She had surprised him with the tickets and but had to miss the first day because she had to work. He had spent the day by himself and was getting fed up. He was not into any of these ‘hippie’ types. They didn’t wear underwear.