“Where is she?” he said, angrily.I could tell that this was going to rapidly escalate, no matter what I said.“One sec,” I said, then raised my...voice, “Dave, I need you at the front door.”“Where is she?” Andrew said again.Dave walked up and stood at my side, but said nothing.“I told you that she’s not here. I’m guessing that you’re Andrew. I’ll tell her you stopped by.”“You’re him!” He hissed. “Look, jackass, she’s my fiancée and I want to talk to her. Now, let me see her.”“Andrew?” Dave said. “Can I have some of that when you’ve finished?”“Sure, but there’s not much left,” her black friend replied.Paul watched as Antoinette spread the cream on her legs. They weren’t as long as Diane’s and her muscular thighs were definitely larger. A pleasant contrast to his daughter.When she’d finished doing her legs she casually removed her bikini top, turning slightly towards Paul to drop it on the deck. He couldn’t help but look, this dream brought out the voyeur in him. He’d imagined she’d have. I was due to be discharged on Friday, but it was decided to keep me inuntil Monday, using my i-pad I asked the nurse to phone the designer andtell them, also ask them how the work was progressing, which she did andthe bedrooms would be finished on Monday also the fitters had made astart on one of the bathrooms so were well on track to finishing nextWednesday.During my time in the hospital I did a lot of course work, to pass thetime and a lot of texting to Kelly and Shoni and also Rob. The. Sometimes her boobs used to strain through her kameez and they used to appear so lovely from the side. Nice round mounds heaving up and down as she breathed. The roundness trying to burst through the little cloth, which tried to contain it. I always wondered her size. I guessed a 30c maybe. Or maybe not! If only I could just put my hand in there and ease her discomfort and take those lovely melons out for some fresh air. I wish! I had heard she was a divorced lady. Apparently her husband had.