Angel was working over a new dance routine for the annual when Rich walked down the steps into the basement. Its looking good. Angel pulled the earbu...s out of her ears what? Looks good. Angel nodded before stopping the iPods music and set it down on a nearby table. Despite the cold air of the basement, Angel was sweating. Rich pulled over a folding chair and sat quietly as Angel took a moment to catch her breath. The basement was where the girls usually practiced before doing a new routine at. I didn't pay him any mind since I was watching TV and he sat beside me in his usual boxers and t-shirt. He just started chatting. I was wearing a spaghetti string top and a pleated summer skirt. We kept chatting and started joking with one another. I would call him old and fat and laugh and he would tell me to shut up in a joking way and jump on me and try to nibble on my neck, which was my funny spot. I already knew what he was trying to do.I noticed he was semi-hard in his boxers. Every time. "I'll remove the dressing this afternoon" She then ledme slowly on a walk around the hospital. I was still wearing thenightdress but the nurse had given me a knee length housecoat to go overit. It seemed a normal NHS hospital and I could see men and women inbeds in wards although we did not go into the wards. We walked foraround half an hour and as time passed I found the walking easier.Back at what I took to be a private ward I took off the housecoat andlay on the top of the bed. It was about. " She said getting up and removing her jacket and then folding it neatly before carefully laying it on the desk. She tugged her blouse free of the waistband of her skirt and started undoing the buttons from the bottom up, gazing into space as if she were recalling a distant memory.With a shrug, she slid the blouse off, pulling at the left sleeve, which stuck to her wrist with static, then lowered her head and stretched her arms behind her back like wings to unclasp her bra, raising one shoulder.