I was born back in January of 1964 and lived outside a small country town in Victoria, a township called Yallourn North. My earliest recollections of ...my life go back to when I was four or five years old. These memories and flashbacks go through my upbringing, schooling, moving to Melbourne and ultimately to New South Wales where I met my husband in the army. This story is a combination of reflections and memoires over a 15 year period from 1968 to 1983. Unlike the great movie, Summer of ’42,. But I had beautiful long dark red hair, prettymakeup on, had dark red nail polish, I was wearing beautiful lingerieand best of all, I had dark red cocksucker lipstick on and no matterwhich way I turned, I couldn't see my cock at all. I felt beautiful. Ifelt ready.Julie led me out of the boudoir and into a tastefully decorated lady'sbedroom. Miss Wentworth was sitting on the bed and as I walked in shecomplimented Julie on her work."Well Miss Wentworth, I did the best I could. Since Melissa. I told let’s dance to pass time . She agreed and started dance.Manu: samdhanji don’t you feel alone. Or you have any boyfriend.Anju; no i don’t have boy friend. And after his death i feel alone too much but for sake of my son ( sunder) i never thought for this. Now after his marriage i am alone again as he has own life now. I can’t share his time . What about you?Manu : i also feel alone but i enjoy my life because i don’t have responsibility in my life.During dance i came close to anju and. I was on my way, to get another load of furniture, from my car... then here, with this fruitcake nurse, calling me sweetie?"It's a good thing you had your purse with you, or we wouldn't have had any Idea, who you were, or anything about you, Diane." the fruitcake nurse said."Who the Fuck, is Diane," I croaked?"Oh dear, oh uh... well you, are Diane, Miss." the fruitcake nurse told me, "Uh... I'll be right back! I have to consult with your Doctor, for a minute. You just rest there, and stay.