I recently read an idea in a women’s magazine, to envision all of my stress and the things worrying me as a string I’m unwinding from myself. I to...k that imagery a bit further, and came up with the following, which I like very much. *** I am sitting alone in the doorway of a small hut, looking out into the rain. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thrashing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in. For the fist couple of weeks I worked hard. I was out the house early every morning and spent Diam the evenings studying in my room. I used to sit with her and watch the television but we never talked much. I use to head off home on a Friday evening and returned back late Sunday ready for college the next day. One Friday I didn’t go home as there was some work to hand in on Monday which I hadn’t finished. So I was going to work all weekend in my room to finish it.As I was paying for the room. So I somehow decided again to take the elevator to the 4th floor and wait inside because I was sure no one will use elevator late nightI decided to wait 5 to 10 min till I hear the noise of door being closed by that idiot uncle .So that it get confirm he is gone inside his flat and I have clear way to get inside my flatAfter 5 min one more shit happened someone pressed button from the ground floor and elevator started moving down oh my god I was so afraid I managed to press 3rd floor button and. Now, Mrs. Lee didn't stand out in a crowd exactly, she rather looked the part of a professor's secretary but I immediately saw beyond the graying hair, eyeglasses and high-necked blouses she typically wore. Her hair was often up, many times in a bun, hardly helping her looks, and I imagined just what she would look like naked, without her glasses and with her hair tumbling across her full breasts. Yes, I love older women.I was in her office one afternoon, leaving off a draft of a paper I was.