Two huge lit numbers seem to float above the water. Moored at the Navy pier is one of the carriers, in port for Fleet Week festivities. Her presence h...ere, at this time, is not an accident. This is the ship she had been on for her sea tour. She turns the overstuffed side chair around to face the window, and pours herself a tall glass of her berry wine. Sitting down, she stares down at the huge numbers and loses herself in memories of times past. Times spent on that ship, times that had changed. They were very well shaped and lifted breasts for her age. She plays both squash and tennis and exercises through yoga. I saw her as a perfect candidate for mastopexy involving glandular recontouring. During our time together we both realized we had a mutual attraction for each other but that remained undeclared until she was no longer my patient.’ JB asked Helena to remove her jacket. She was wearing a flimsy shirt. ‘Turn slowly from one side of the room to the other Helena. That’s it. Helena. " That looks pretty easy, let me have ago," she replied in that husky, flirty voice of hers.She bent over beside me and started clicking with the mouse on the screen. I could not resist any more and had quick sideways glance at her, then almost gasped out loud. Her blouse had moved slightly as she bent over and even though it was still buttoned tightly over her chest the front had gaped a little where it passed over her shoulder. This gave me a tiny peek of the lacy strap of her bra as it. ’ She beamed and thanked me. She looked at Pam. ‘I can give you some of the sour dough starter if you’d like.’ ‘I’d love that, mom.’ After lunch, Pam and I washed the dishes and the pot while Ruth put the leftovers away. Once everything was in its place, Pam called the restaurant and made the reservation. That time was fine. Ruth said, ‘Let go to the living room and enjoy the fire. I want to get to know you a little better Tom.’ Pam and I sat on the sofa facing the fire and Ruth was in her.