”“I’m sorry, Mick. Why didn’t you say something?”“I tried, but it always seemed like I would be telling you that I didn’t want to do wha... you wanted to do, and it would hurt your feelings. I’m sorry that I did this. It made me think that we need to talk more. Especially now that you are peeing for three.”She chuckled and pulled me into the shower with her. I turned on the water and soon the strong smell of her morning urine was washed down the drain and the only smell left was of her wet hair. Peter left her to get in the bath, once she was down to just her underwear, and he picked up the pile of clothes and took them to deposit them in her laundry basket. ‘I’ll get you some clean clothes, okay Lin?’ Peter called out. ‘Okay.’ He heard Lindi’s muffled voice from the bathroom. He went into her bedroom, a place he had been many times before over the years, although mainly to help her with decorating it, so he was at least familiar with the layout of her wardrobe and where she kept. I feel totally inadequate. I should be wearing my evening dress and pearls." I'd love to see you hiking in the botanical gardens after lunch wearing heels. Well, maybe not, I'd end up having to carry you." That earned me a punch in the arm.I suspected that I was there with Julia because she was being a friend by not letting me dwell on Andrea. I didn't care. Andrea was quickly fading from my heart. I really enjoyed sharing a part of my life with Julia. I think that corner of Golden Gate Park. Her backlit frame was silhouetted as her white nightgown became transparent in the light, her small waist and wide, feminine hips formed the perfect hourglass I loved so well. Her blonde hair hung in soft curls around her shoulders, and one lock strayed over her eyes, which she constantly pushed back behind her slightly pointed ear. I sat up in bed, resting my weight on my forearms and continued to stare. Noticing my appraisal, she blushed slightly and looked down before returning my gaze with.