I was well cared for right now. After calling James I called Sally in California on my cell, as the time difference would put her about lunch time. We... talked and I explained to her what I had told James about my heart attack and no she would not have to come down to take care of me. I was fine and well taken care of. I told her I would call tomorrow to assure her I was alright. Sally is a nurse and she fusses after me. I told her I would call when Nancy the nurse came to see me tomorrow and she. The girls I noticed pre-Petra, now noticed me. Some of them made a pass at me. Funny thing, before, I wouldn't have known what to do; now, I could probably have dated some of them, but I didn't want to. Petra was all I needed.She wasn't more experienced than me in some things, but that didn't matter. She had the confidence and the theoretical knowledge, and it was sort of good that I was her first real boyfriend. Once she started taking care with her appearance, I had no complaints about that. At the waist. Hands sliding down to lift my skirt. Something clever about crepe skirts, so approachable. I was wearing one on purpose. I hear a sudden intake of breath. It must be because I am not wearing any panties. I can actually sense the slow smile. His hand moves up to caress my breast, under my short tank top. Ah, another surprise. No bra. It's the kind of crushed material that hide my alert nipples. As his thumb and forefinger roll one nipple, his other hand is finding its way down to. I grabbed my bags out of the car and took them inside. "Which bedroom are we in?" I asked Harry. "First room on the right, I think." Harry said. I went into the room and put my bags beside one of the two single beds. I looked out the window over looking the railway tracks. Harry then came into the room and said. "Pretty small beds but I think we will cope." "Yeah. Can't have a threesome with those chicks down the road." I saidWe laughed at the joke and we went back to the car to get the rest of.