She felt something richer was eluding her and she let her tears run as a sad homage to the passing hours, the unfulfilled hours of her life. The purs...it of Theodora was hard, not even one of her neighbours had heard of a woman by that name in the last twenty years. Still, there were many others who must have known her, only that she didn’t know them. Theodora seemed to hide in every corner, every doorway, in the thousand places where a name with a ring to it may hide. Theodora became her. She was moaning slowly. Then I poured more oil and massaged sides of her boobs and back. I was intentionally didn’t touch her boobs, I wanted her to tease so I was very often touching sides of her boobs.During that time she used to breathe very fast. This gave me confidence that she is under my control now. I massaged her back, sides of boobs and shoulder for 10-15 minutes, then I removed towel from her voluptuous ass and poured mild hot oil on her ass cheeks. I put my both hands started. Wewere loaded onto the ship and were just placing our carry on bags into ourrooms when we heard the evacuation procedures being announced. We had tovacate our rooms and head towards our assigned evacuation points.Everyone seemed to know everyone. Everyone one was hugging everyone. Wesettled in and put away our stuff.That's when Sheila starting teasing me. She held up an over sized pair ofpanties. I said those aren't yours are they? She smirked and said theywere most defiantly for her. They don’t care about who is or who he was, or how he feels, they just feed and water him. And so, Robert Miller’s existence has gone on like this. Day after day, year after year, but every night when he closes his eyes, it’s April 25th, 1929 again. He prays in his mind, that some day God will release him from this pain and he can be free with his love again. And tonight…as the Nurse oozes applesauce laced with his medicines into his mouth, she notices a tear streaming from his eye and wipes.