Where I live on the south coast there are lots and lots of retirement homes full of old ladies and couples who whilst able bodied need occasional help... company and above all entertainment. The latter being what I supplied through my look beautiful photo shoots. It all started last year when I was visiting an elderly aunt. She mentioned that some ladies took advantage of the services of a beautician who visited once a month. She said they enjoyed being made up to the nines and wearing their best. ‘You can see her in all of them.’ I guess I didn’t do a very good job of keeping my voice under control. He looked at me in surprise. ‘Goodness Bridget. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous of her. She’s dead and you’re, well, I mean you are, but you’re still here. How could you possibly be envious of her?’ I couldn’t believe I felt so damn sorry for myself. ‘You’re damn right I’m jealous of her! She had it all, a man she loved and who loved her. Three beautiful children to watch. PETER'PROFESSOR POET-PETER PRESENTS PROUDLY PRESENTS HIS 'FABULOUS FOUR' FAIR 'FIRSTIES'PROFESSOR POET-PETER PRESENTS PROUDLY PRESENTS HIS 'FABULOUS FOUR' SEXUAL-SKILL:PROFESSOR POET-PETER PRESENTS PROUDLY RED-HOT REAL REDHEAD 'DIONYSIA'S DANCE'PROFESSOR POET-PETER PRESENTS PROUDLY RAVISHING REAL REDHEAD CURLY 'CUNTILLE'PROFESSOR POET-PETER PRESENTS PROUDLY 'GIGGLING GLASSES' BERENDINA'S 'BIG BANG'PROFESSOR POET-PETER PRESENTS PROUDLY 'CUNNING CUTE 'CLEMENTE'. Chloe timidly stepped out in front of the doorway. The porch light was on, and she knew she was clearly lit. Outside, the moon was a bright circle in a cloudless sky. The street in front of the house looked dark and empty, dimly lit by the street light on the corner. Across the street, the two houses that lay opposite their house showed dark windows. A hedge separated the front yard from the street, but it really wasn't that high, only a little higher than her waist. She could see the street.