I leaned back against the cold, tiled wall which made me shiver as I continued to play with my nipple.I still had the shower nozzle in my hand. I coul... feel the water stream down my thigh. I slowly brought it up my thigh and to my pelvis. I squeezed my nipple harder as I felt the hot water trickling down to my pussy. The little droplets of water felt as if someone was lightly tapping their fingers around my slit. I closed my eyes and listened to the soothing sound of water slapping against the. She arrived at her log cabin in her silver car. It was a perfect escape from the cold nights in Atlanta.Once she was inside her cabin, she took off her coat and went in to change into her warmest pajamas. She does love the city life and all, but sometimes even city girls like her need a break from the noise and traffic of the city. The interior and appliances in her cabin was a mix of the classic with the modern. She went to her kitchen and fixed herself a cup of hot cocoa. She started a fire. Perhaps I had a visual memory after all. I found the drawers with the bedding and extracted a set. I unfolded it and left it to air. That’s what my mother always did. Another memory. Even more of my life was being pieced together by my much-abused brain. I had a vivid memory of Stefan being sick on the landing. Strange memory. Another of all the children in our bed with us on Christmas morning, it brought a tear to my eye. The house was working its magic. I even remembered we got milk from a. On her way back home, as she drove by the ocean, she needed to visit that special place on the beach that she had avoided for far too long. Maybe it was time to open her abyss and again cherish those moments that she had never shared with another person in her life. The drive wasn’t long and soon she was pulling into the parking spot secluded on the far end of the beach. It was beautiful, secluded, and just what she needed. She lifted her beach chair and bag out of the trunk and headed to that.