She held the ripe berry to my lips. Juice squirted out and dribbled over her fingers and my chin. “Now, taste the champagne,” Riley instructed. Sh... popped the remainder of the berry in her mouth and took a sip from her glass. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she savored the taste. “Mmm that’s so good, I love it,” she said. She picked up another large berry and scooted closer. “Now let’s try it like this,” she said, taking the berry in her teeth. She lifted her glass to my lips and. It was nice to feel the warmth of someone so close. Who ever had been looking for me had moved on so Bob started up a conversation. “You guys do this often?”“Sometimes, it’s fun to pretend we’re k**s again.”“How old are you anyway?”I looked him dead in the eyes and asked, “How old do you think I am?” “Well I know you’re older than you look,” he said vaguely as he shifted position, laying almost completely on top of me now, only slightly raised on one elbow so that he could keep look out through. She stood up and quickly pulled off her panties. She began to wrestle with her dress and managed to get it back over her head, feeling an exciting sense of freedom about wearing no underwear under it, especially as nobody would know. “Now get back to work,” the manager said. “If you can work the evening shift and pee at least once in front of the visitors, consider your probation over and tomorrow you can have your pick of the posts here.” Mel shook the manager’s hand and walked out of his. Mystery! John had not realised she wasin a Care home. Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door neighbour Mr Dawkins rushing in to his porch out of thepouring rain. Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourself."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In.