“What! You’re fucking kidding me right! You’ve been living in the same bloody building as me for almost seven months and you honestly have the n...rve to think I’m in my 40’s!” he snaps before running a hand through his hair in frustration. In doing so his face becomes more exposed to me and I see his chiseled jaw line and strong neck. A strange feeling rushes over me and I hastily push it down deep inside me, hoping it won’t ever resurface, especially not with Sicko 23 stood in front of me.“Well. Your nurses are giving me a whole heap of ideas for a good diet.’ As he said this Edith slipped in and popped a cup of tea and a plate with a generous slice of homemade ginger cake onto the tray across Harry’s bed. ‘Edith, your ginger cake is renowned across the Island, but it might be a bit too rich for Harry at the moment.’ Before the doctor had finished, Harry had maneuvered himself closer to the tray and picked up the cake, taking a large bite and sighing. He chewed rhythmically then. Laughing he climbed down, aware now of the dangers, shooing the three heavyweight feasters from the women, fearful that one would step up onto the secured women, realising ½ a ton of pig pirouetting on a soft belly would have done the women few favours! He relented releasing first his mother then the still cursing Ellie, they were soon up and waving their arms to deter the still present wasps neither made an attempt to dress and still barefoot they ran to the nearest loose box through the mud. No, it wasn't images of me. As I scanned through I was just seeing more photos and videos of white women with black men, same as the other stuff. It wasn't even the same woman in all these files, although they did seem pretty similar. There was no way it was all women who happened to have the same name as me. I didn't understand, but then I suddenly did. I scanned back through to make sure.They all looked similar, and they all looked kind of like me! They were all blonde, with curly or wavy.