If you were to wander off the single roadway, you would wind up in either the Atlantic Ocean or the Gulf of Mexico.She had an itch right between her l...gs next to the flimsy thong that buried itself deep in her perfectly tanned ass crack. She smiled because if she tried to scratch her itch, it would look like she was trying to get herself off with her fingers. Face down on the flamingo decorated beach towel, she tried to rub her crotch into the shell-free sand. The condo had imported several. Nice to meet you."She felt very comfortable in the presence of Mr. Roger Inhalt. She shook his hand briefly."Well, I'm off to work," she said cheerily. "I'm sure we'll meet again."She smiled, turned and walked out of the lobby onto the street, heading toward her office.Roger watched her walk away and filed an important factoid in his mind: Eleanor Thompson. He leaned forward and checked the box from which she had extracted her mail and noted the number, 815. Attractive women in this building. She was dying anyway, she’d said, and he wouldn’t help her out of the hell she was living. She’d cursed him that he was thinking of himself and not of her. He had held her all the way through and until the end, in the hospital, the house, and finally the hospice. Cathy herself had driven the twenty miles from her house to the hospice when her tearful Father rang to say that if she was coming at all she had to come now. None of her friends could or would take Daniel and Colleen for what could. He opened the door, stepped inside and couldn't believe what he saw. "Holy crap mom, you look...great! Are you going out on a date or something?" he asked, watching her face, he was shocked. Mom was blushing and as he looked her over, he saw that her nipples were hard and trying to rip through her sweater. Her heart jumped and his words made her warm inside. "No, I just thought I'd dress up for you and if you want...I thought that we'd go out to dinner and get to know each other better. As.