So Sunday morning we fly into the Birmingham airport in our old faithful Cessna 180. I’m ready for this. I have my, well, everybody calls it ‘Cind...y’s combat backpack’ and I suppose in some ways it is. In it are my MacBook and a few other odds and ends I determine are necessities for little emergencies. I’m wearing a pantsuit. I know – the lady who sold it to me said, “Hon, this thing makes you ... you should get something that shows off a little.”“Thank you,” I demurred. “But I’m going to be. I couldnt see anything but can feel many people around me …..Suddenly someone touched me at my stomachI thot it must be my roommate Mitali being naughty, so I saidWhat are you doing?But there was no response, I could feel the hand moving towards my Boobs. Then came another hand and reached my right breast.I was wearing only a lose t-shirt and short, (thats my night dress) …..The hands were playing with my boobs from top of t-shirt…then one hand on left moved down to my navel level and pulled my. John opens the car door for me, again I reward him, it's automatic now to do that! As we walk up the steps to the front door it is opened by John who welcomes us in and offers to take my coat. 'Very nice I do like that skirt, it would look good on the end of my bed' he laughs.'Cheeky, dont be so forward' I reply only half meaning it.Rob and John walk either side of me, a hand on each bum cheek, slowly rubbing my cheeks as I walk, talking me to the lounge, which is huge, with several settte's. After about one week she asked me while I was washing up after tea: ‘Will, I have spent over a week having sponge baths, but they aren’t quite the same as feeling the water all over you. Would you give me a hand having a real bath?’ At this point I wanted to yell ‘Holy crap yes!’ but instead made a joke about her bathing me as a child and returning the favour. That walk up the stairs was the longest walk of my life. I was sure she would be able to feel or even hear my heart beating hard in my.