I knew that some fantasies were very common, but wanted to be sure there were no misunderstandings, especially when younger workers were involved.They...agreed that in the moderate term, it was simply too risky to involve young workers with residents who had any level of dementia or other cognitive impairment. They had gone through notes and personal experience, and identified residents who had flirted strongly, or showed outright sexual interest, in the nursing staff. With Stella. the nursing. As I blended into traffic I saw that she had relaxed in the big leather passenger seat. The motion had dragged her dress up in the back a little so that the top of the slit was nearly at her hip. I increased to highway speed and she lifted her left leg, causing the slit to part and fall to the side, the front panel between her legs. And her entire leg rose up slightly, visible from ankle to hip, lazy and languorous and casual and oh, so incredibly sexy. We had about thirty minutes to the lunch. But after a few entries, it started to settle down. The journals covered her life, and her feelings. Her life, well, it did suck. Living with her sister, being fired, none of our friends wanting anything to do with her, initially not having access to the kids, financially fucked. Yeah, it sucked. I didn't have that much sympathy though. She had brought it on herself. I was of two minds. The part of me that looked at her as my wife of over fifteen years ached for her. The part that was cheated. Hugh, or Hugo as she preferred to call him, was sympathetic. Hugo swept her off her feet and they had been married about three months before she discovered what a brute he could be."Once Constance tasted the hot chocolate it seemed to warm her up to me and she related some of Hugo's stranger idiosyncrasies. From the way she described him, this guy was the poster child for weird. She put up with a lot from him, but I'm only going to tell you about one of the things he made her do."Cynthia's eyes.