. THIS!", she said gesticulating up and down at her "look", "THIS was supposed to show the world and God that I was unhappy with everything. It never ...ccurred to me that no one would care. Save me Robbie, help me get my life back."I didn't know what to say. I don't which of the words I said to her made her stop and look in life's mirror to see what she had done to herself. I suspect being trapped and thinking of her mortality was the impetus. I'm sure seeing me and reminding her of when she at. She was running her hand down her pony tail when she looked right at me, gave a sly smile and a quick wink. I blushed at being caught and recovered as best I could and flashed a generically friendly smile back before looking away. I was so distracted by watching her that I didn’t notice the man dragging a chair up next to mine and sitting down before I could get up and patrol around the pool to avoid him. It happens a lot, especially with the ‘dads.’ They like to chat with the ‘hot, young. . Drifting in love... Rebecca's mind felt totally relaxed and secure. Her body felt totally warm and safe. "More than safe," Rebecca thought sleepily, "my body is being petted... accepted... cherished... beloved... More than my body... Me! My hopes and fears... My strengths and weaknesses... My dreams... The essence of who I am... The innermost part of my spirit is being petted... accepted... cherished... and beloved..."Rebecca slowly opened her eyes. She was lying flat on her back, wonderfully. She was glad he’d not worn jeans. They were a fucking pain to get open: so tight and all those fiddly buttons! “I’m not sure you should be… I don’t really know you…” stuttered Nigel as Zoë’s hand delved into his front and tugged at his underpants. It wasn’t quite as easy to get at his cock as she’d thought, so she undid the top buttons at the waist and pulled the trousers fully open. And then she saw what Nigel had had to offer. Fucking hell! Jackpot! She’d struck gold. She’d been right to.