Sunday, I drove to Newcastle, found a place near the beach and went swimming in the afternoon. There were lots of women in bikinis, but I managed to r...esist temptation and spoke to no one. I did read a bit of local history, learning that Newcastle had been a penal colony till 1823 and that it had been shelled by a Japanese submarine in 1942. I could remember the 1989 earthquake myself, but it was striking that over two years later some destruction was still visible.Sunday I left Newcastle late. Waiting for it to show the time he wanted. Currently, it read 11:25. He only had five more minutes until he could get in his car, go home and be with him girlfriend. He continued to watch the clock. As the minutes ticked passed, he thought of her. She was the best part of his day... or night, rather. She was what kept him from quitting, she was what kept him sane, and she was completely his. The clock finally read 11:30.He drove home happily. He knew she'd be waiting for him asleep, under the. Coming out of the shower she realised the window cleaner was busy at the bedroom window, he was no looker and she reckoned quite a bit older, but she wanted, needed to be used and fuked, so she just let her towel drop pretending not to notice him she stood in front of the mirror looking at her body, taking her body lotion she squirted the white liquid into her hands and slowly she began to rub it over her body, starting with her arms then to her chest, she knew out the corner of her eye he was. It was a huge job, gutting the hundred year old house while living in it. Sara had just torn out the ancient shower stall, finding a wall full of mold from a leak that had been poorly patched. So without a shower, the pond was her only hope of getting clean. Unless she wanted a cold sponge bath while standing in her partially gutted kitchen that is.Sneaking over here at 2 a.m. when she'd finally finished cleaning out the rest of the debris from the now empty shell of a bathroom, she'd stripped.