You know how young women can be when they focus on an attractive older man. Mr. Blue was the youngest on the payroll at 24 years old. He had turquoise...eyes and careless dark hair. He didnt really spend time with the other teachers, electing to read Byron and Shelly under a large magnolia tree by himself instead. It was here that I first developed a passion for poetry. I would sit with him under the tree everyday. In a way, I felt like it was inappropriate… But it was dangerous and he didnt. I undid the rest of the buttons and removed my blouse. I unhooked my bra and tossed it off. Then I lifted his golf shirt which had the logo ‘InTime’ from a consulting company he said he used to work for, pulled it over his head and tossed it away. He ran his hands lightly over my back. He drew them down my arms, up my sides, across my shoulders, around my neck, over my cheeks, then back down. When he reached my waist he moved his hands to my stomach and up to the bottom of my ribcage to just. Since then he had been discharged from the hospital and sent to the nursing home/rehab facility because he was not able to take care of himself and what family he had were all a few states away. They assured him that in about 10 days he would be well enough to fly home and possibly even have enough mobility in his shoulder to care for himself. But for now…The pain medication had been reduced earlier in the day and Jim had started having mild delusions instead of sleeping as he had for the first. It is my retreat you see - a place where I can be alone, and do as I choose, work hard - digging, planting and harvesting, or sometimes just chilling with my book, listening to my music in my potting shed. I even installed a sneaky fridge in my shed – well, you have to have chilled drinks at hand when you work so hard! It was a hot midweek afternoon, a few months back. I’d arrived at the allotment earlier than normal that day and cheerily said my ‘hellos’ as I made my way down the path to my.