The wind is singing a song on the empty leafless branches and slipping under my long fall coat touching my thighs and bottom; it is all I am wearing, ...s I was told to do. As I arrive at the bench I slip my hand into my jacket pocket and pull out the silky neck tie he had left at my house one evening. I sit down and cross my legs looking around to make sure I was alone. I notice my own shapely calf and red high heel dangling over my other leg and feel a little excitement in the pit of my stomach. I had arranged booze and stuffs for all. The party began by 9ish. By 11, all were high except me and the 2 others. I stepped out to the balcony to light a cig.While I was standing there and talking with my friend, I noticed the home nurse for the first time. She was cautiously peeping through the window curtains of her room. This made me feel awkward and we chose to go to the room and join with others. I finished my cig and went in ignoring her.The Peeping Game:I was quite busy the next day. I. I can feel myself starting to break up. It's always the same way. I can cope with it intellectually but every so often events or places conspire to bring the ghost back. It's a ghost that I have to exorcise, from here at least, if I'm going to get on with my job. The question is - do I want to? If I can come here, here of all places and not feel "that sweet sorrow of parting", does that mean she really has left me? Left me physically. Left my imagination. Left even my memory. Left never to come. She reveled in the closeness as she felt Phil come awake. His erection was pressed between her butt cheeks and his hand nestled between her bountiful breasts. She felt his warm breath on her neck and it caused her to shiver.“You OK?” Phil wondered.“I’m great,” Hailey said. She wasn’t joking. She felt wonderful, nice and snug under the covers with Phil. She could stay that way all day, she was certain. She pushed her bottom backward into Phil’s groin. “I’m not even hung over. I feel so full of.