She told then the same what I told about her body. Then I went near her mattress corner and looked into her eyes. Our face was near to one another and...we both were laying facing one another in a sideways direction.I then asked about her boob size, she paused for a while and stared at me, I told her that you are sweating so, you can remove some of your nighty buttons. She told me first ok and then I asked about her size. She finally told me why don’t you check it yourself? I was amazed by her. He put his on and we walked out to the pool. I followed him and his ass looked so good. The thong disappeared between to perfect globes that slid against each other as we walked. He stepped into the hot tub and I followed. I was a bit embarrassed to be wearing this skimpy thong so I wanted to get into the water to hide it. If Shelia truly liked it, I thought I might get lucky; and I did, I just didn’t know how lucky that was.Bob and I engaged in small talk, nothing memorable. My focus was. “you err…. Wow.. Err.. I have written my orders. ” he said looking away for the first time in his life . He was tongue tied. Her badge showed a name- fiona. He walked away mentally keeping a note of her name. The incident left him uneasy. He ended up calling the ward at 11 pm in the night to ask about the patient. More to talk to fiona than anything else.She replied in a crisp accent and he on purpose said “thank you sister Giselle, denoting a previous sister of the same ward.” “this is Fiona. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul cannot be heard. Man alone with nature, that’s the way it should be. Like Thoreau at Walden Pond, Hemingway battling it out with the marlin in the Gulf of Mexico, Amundsen eating his own huskeys to stay alive at the South Pole... Yuck, maybe not that last one. But you get the idea. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no woman-hater. Far from it. While I was living in the.