Grabbing something to drink we all sat down at the table and I ask the girls if they had seen Doug yet this morning. Ann told me he had left early bec...use he had to help his dad move some wood. With a stern look at Ann I said I hope you didn't do anything you'd regret last night. Being on the subject I asked them how they learned so much about sex being that I could count the guys they had been with on one hand. They both laughed at me and said just because they were younger than me didn't stop. I was still wearing my uniform from work. I'm an assistant manager at Target and the red shirt and black slacks made me look kind of frumpy. I shrugged out of the shirt and let the baggy slacks drop to the floor and checked myself out in the mirror. That was better. Not bad for twenty-eight. Being tall helped - that and squeezing in some time at the Y whenever I could.None of the bras they had at the store fit me right, because I'm pretty big up top. The wires in this one were cutting into me. ”Tim showed Dr. Hennequin around the upstairs. The young man listened and asked questions. Based on the questions, it appeared that he had once lived in a place where plumbing was a real issue. He asked how to turn off the water in the bathroom, checked under the sink to make sure he knew where the knobs were, and satisfied himself that they actually worked. He opened the little access hatch on the wall of the closet that gave access to the shutoff valves for the shower.“Let’s go. Reading emails, watching the few tourists who braved the rocky point to fish or scavenge through the rocks for shells or other little trinkets. as the day wore on, he realized that he would have to travel into the small town and pick up his supplies...not that he needed much, but it would give him an opportunity to get his mind off the woman he had seen earlier. His mind seemed to constanly wander back to the images of that morning...her tight muscles, her slender legs dangling softly over.