Penny’s desk and turned to face her.She was still chatting on the phone with my wife when I gently began towork my face into her skirt. It was a sn...g fit and fairly dark so Icould not see much, which made me feel a little better. As I got closerto her my lips and nose found her very hairy temple, unlike Mrs. Karen'sneatly trimmed one. I had to wiggle my face to push past the mound ofstiff, curly hair.The next thing that struck me as different was her smell. It was notunpleasant but it was. As it was early morning the bus was not crowded. I sat beside her at the same seat. My thighs were touching her thighs. She was starring at me from corner of her eyes. Her bus stop came and she got down and I also along with her. She started walking and I was following her. Her house came and she went in. Giving me a stare. I started to take information about her. In a day I came to know that her hubby was out of town for nearly 15 days and she was all alone in her house. As she her hubby and. The one nurse that was helping Michelle into the shower was speaking to her, telling her to let it all out. "Go ahead and cry, Honey. You'll feel better." And surprisingly she did. She began to numb and eventually just stared at the showerhead not crying, unmoving, only letting the warm water wash over her, thinking about how it will be without him; bracing herself for the loneliness. Every once in a while she would shudder with the fear of a thought or sadness but in time the nurse left to see. I was putting the disc away when my phone buzzed with a text.“On the way home; all OK,” Liz had typed. Or perhaps she’d had Skye do it depending on how cranky she was.“Lunch and loving boyfriend waiting for you,” I typed back.I got a winking emoji that I didn’t know how to return so I sent the only thing I could remember. It was a smiling face and I hoped it served its purpose.I took a few minutes to clean up the studio before I went upstairs to run Liz a nice hot bath. I added some bubbles to.