The erotic music playing in the background was becoming louder as we got closer to the rooftop overlooking the Mile High City skyline. The lights of t...e city twinkling in the background provided an amazing backdrop to the 80 degree evening.My first sight upon reaching the rooftop was a beautifully tanned girl in a short red dress, and black high heels being fondled by a handsome and slightly muscular man's hands. Next to them appeared to be her partner, or husband, lifting the back of her. Was that right?No it wasn't. It wasn't right. I hadn't always been like this. I was arespectable middle class person. I wasn't a mangy slag - not normally.This was just temporary.I put my hands on my cheeks and looked at myself in the mirror. "Stayfocused," I said to myself. "I'm not really an 'ore. It's only tempr'y.It's just the Golden Gloom, readjustin' me memries. Me name's reallySusie Smith."I stared at myself then murmured the word, "No." That's 'er name, not mine. My name's not Susie. We would do it in turns the following evenings. June and I relaxed in the empty common room. The warden brought in a jug of fresh coffee. ‘Where’s everyone else?’ I asked idly. ‘You four are it,’ he answered. ‘The hostel was closed except for the working party and now it’s too late to tell anyone that we’ve got space. I don’t mind. It’s less work for me and I can do some of the jobs that were waiting until I had a moment to spare. You won’t see much of me except at meal times. You might hear me. Well I have been reading sex stories for last couple of months and they have encouraged me to share a little story of my own. Well I am a new person here so if you like my work or not please write to me on First I would like to explain the lady in the story, she is like an apple nobody can dislike her.She had a figure of 34-30-36, fair in color and liked to wear salwar-kurti. This all happened when I was home from my hostel for some holidays and she was also there. She is a close relative to my.