Her friends had brought wine and they were already pouring wine to glasses. Looking at that, my sister rushed to join them forgetting to close the cur...ain. I dried myself up, wrapped in towel and crossed the hall way. I saw those wearing sexy tops and mini shorts, pouring wine and gulping it up. As I walked across, my eyes met with Neetu who was the hottest among all of them. As we smiled at each other, I tripped to the door mat and fell on the floor. I fell badly on my stomach and the force of. It's strange, she's touched me a billion times and it never felt like that. I shrugged it off to my mood and let it go. We finished the game when she got all her pieces across the finish line. I whined about her winning all the time then I put it away. We remained quiet so mom could sleep. Barb made sure she was comfy. She placed a light blanket over her and tucked her in. She'd been dealing with a few problem cases and had been keeping odd hours over the past two weeks. Barb and I talked a bit. Her dress was somewhat out of fashion, but suitable for working at home or the hospital. Her bountiful curves strained the worn fabric but her beauty was timeless, and, as her father had told her many times, would probably remain so. She was the mirror image of her mother, who had been a raving beauty even at two score and ten. The day was long and tiring. Maggie spent most of it washing and rolling bandages, then taking them to the hospital where she’d held the hand of a grievously wounded. Anne waited for the kettle to boil as Kate, now dry, discarded her towel and walked, naked over to the full-length wall mirror and ran a brush through her hair. ‘I wish my hair dried so quickly,’ said Anne, enviously. Kate murmured a reply, but her mind seemed to be on other things. Her eyes were intent on her reflection and Anne wished she would get dressed, now. But Kate seemed to be studying her body, quite intently, her hands running absent-mindedly up and down her flanks, fingers lightly.