At 110, there wasn’t. I slipped into depression, I would have killed myself if I could, but I couldn’t. I simply had no way to do it. I was sittin...g in my tiny room at the living center, looking out the window at the snow falling, when I heard a voice. ‘Hello. I am Katie, your new physical therapist.’ I touched the button on the chair, turned. Here stood a beautiful woman, about my age. Her hair was dark, worn long almost to her shoulders, laying in those little waves like the girl from the. I use the water to view the world of men." He stepped forward as she just stared at him in confusion. "Like this."The water at his feet, frothy white with the pounding of the surf, seemed to freeze in place even as the rest of the water kept up its continuous movement. It shone like polished ice, and upon its surface Cassiel could see figures, tiny and indistinct at first, then quickly taking form. A busy street appeared upon the reflective wave, men and women hustling on their way, traffic. I demurely tucked my skirtand sat down with my ankles crossed in front of me.I dressed casually this morning for my nail appointment in a knee lengthpleated navy rayon skirt and a white silk sleeveless shell as a top. Ihad on a panty girdle and my bra, a seamless molded cup with a slightuplift, was clearly visible through the sheer shell. For ease of walkingI chose a pair of basic 2 inch navy pumps. I had two inch silver hoops inmy ears and a silver ladies Rolex on my wrist and I had brushed my. I was shaking and didnt have to reply debating what to do for 30 min just looking at my phone screen, my phone rang, i sat down and answer''hi babby girl , i didnt want to scare you, can we meet for a cofee at least''and i accepted , an hour later sit in a cafee infront of a tall big pepper hair black daddyhe was so nice and normal i started to like himhe must have notice because he stood up and suggest we finish our cofee walking outsidemy heart started to pound as soon as I face the wood area.