”Maddie said, “Yeah, I remember seeing you at dinner that night after you in-processed. You were looking so lost and forlorn. I just had to come o...er and introduce myself. I was in as bad a condition as you were for I had only been picked up the day before. I had the same feelings and I hoped we could be friends.”“Yeah, we both really needed a friend. You know, it doesn’t seem like it, but that was the just the early part of last week.“While I was being in-processed, one of the older women. Thetreadmill that usually sat in front of the TV was moved over into thecorner of the room. There was a pair of blue and silver pom-poms on thestand next to the television. She smiled picked them up and jumped arounddoing a cheer. "I've got spirit, yes I do, I've got spirit, how 'boutyou?" she shouted, ending up pointing the pom-poms at me.I answered back with the same cheer except I couldn't jump around in theheels. Frowning Mistress shook her head and said, "Shelby, that'll neverdo. We'll. Frank and Margaret have pitched in just like the rest of us."Diana turned in the seat, leaning her back on the door a little so she could face her husband, grinning at him. "A month." A month, what?" he asked, getting exasperated."A month until he's in her bed." Di, it's not going to happen. Fred's what? Fifty-five or so, and she's about forty. She isn't interested in him sexually. Her world has been turned upside down — the loss of her husband, the hospital sucking up everything she had, those. Nisa sat her down on the bed and joined her there. “This is special massage place,” she said, as she began to unbutton Em’s blouse. She stripped it off and draped it carefully over a chair. Em began to feel very warm indeed. She knew her nipples were trying to break out of her little white bra.Then Nisa untied Em’s skirt and pushed her gently backwards onto the bed. The skirt fell partly open, revealing Em’s white micro string. Em felt soft fingers gently disturbing her mound through her.