No more. He'd aged 20 years and more, and had become a shrunken, shuffling old man. My heart broke.Back home I couldn't reconcile myself to the impend...ng loss. My Dad had been such a big part of my life, had been such a great friend. I couldn't sleep, so I sat up at night swilling scotch and typing my thoughts into my computer. Belinda, increasingly stressed by the demands of motherhood, her career, and the pregnancy, tried her best to be understanding. It didn't last long. Since Cindy's. "Sorry to hear that, Ellen. At least you know it's not your fault."She looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?" Well, your an attractive and sexually appealing woman."She blushed and looked down. She pulled a few weeds out before looking back at the house. As she did I moved closer to fence, staying on my knees. When she looked back I was inches from the fence and her eyes were at level with my crotch."Uh...I'm just... weeding, okay?" she said meekly as she looked up me."I'm finished. "It's way too daring for my conservative boss. Maybe when we go to the party at Gary's next month--but not for dinner with my boss and his wife." Oh, very well," she pouted. "I'll go put on the second one." As she left the room, she saw him run his fingers through his hair like he was frustrated. She smiled. It looked like her plan was working.She waited until she again heard a commercial break as one of the teams took a time-out before she walked back in. "What about this one?" she asked as. As much as I'd love to have thrown my uniform asideto let my skin feel the cool wash of that satin over it, being caught insuch a state would have been professional suicide.I tidied her bathroom, picking up all her cleansers and gels for thesimple pleasure of touching them, and imagining they were mine, that Iwould use such things to remove my make up after a long day. How would itfeel to run that brush through my own long hair? To plait it, or pin itinto an elegant bun or French Roll with the.