I vacationed in a small fishing village on the gulf coast of Mexico a few times a year, back in my younger days. I was introduced to the place by a friend of mine and I won’t say what village or exactly where because I don’t want a flood of tourists there. That place was fifty years in the past or so it seems. Life was slow and having fun was as much of a way of life as making a living.
There are a lot of stories I could tell about that place and I might in the future but right now I’m thinking about Lora. She was a maid at the small hotel where I always stayed. She was tall with long dark hair and even darker eyes. Super model thin she wasn’t but she wasn’t fat either. She was what a woman should look like, soft curves, and a full figure.
I always stayed in the corner room on the third floor. That put me high enough to be above the noise of the street and gave me two sets of French doors for light. It was also as high as you could go in the tallest building in town. The room had two balconies, one overlooking the beach, and one overlooking the small market. I’d spend my mornings and evenings watching the girls on the beach and midday watching the local ladies shop in the market.
Lora always cleaned my room around ten every day, which was my time to switch balconies, as the sun was getting hot. It also allowed me to watch Lora from behind as she made the bed. The short skirt of her maids uniform was tight and rode high up on the backs of her thighs as she bent to tuck the sheets in. With the heels she always wore, the muscles in the backs of her thighs and calves were tight, and the bottom of her gorgeous ass would peek at me from under the hem of the skirt.
She didn’t wear panties so her long narrow smoothly shaven sex peeked at me from between the tops of her thighs. Needless to say I got very little writing done while she was in the room. Sometimes she would catch me looking at her and she would smile shyly and blush. The blush was hard to detect with her dark skin but it would take on a more reddish color.
When she moved to the other side of the bed, the front of her loose uniform blouse would open and close as she worked the sheets. With no bra on and four buttons undone her breasts would flash in and out of view tantalizingly. Her breasts were full but not overly large. They actually looked small on her. I wasn’t complaining in any way, mind you, I enjoyed the show.
I never was sure if she realized how much of a show she was putting on for me, or if she was doing it on purpose to tease me. Her English was very bad and my Spanish not much better, so our conversations were very limited. I also never figured out how old she was. At times she seemed in her early twenties and at other times her mid forties. She was beautiful to me, and a mystery that I love to remember.
My camera and binoculars were kept in a chair just inside the French doors on the beach side. It was also the chair that Lora used to dust the tops of the tall wardrobe and the freestanding clothes closet. She also dusted the blades on the ceiling fans. In that chair I was treated to an excellent view of her legs, sex, and ass. If I didn’t have a hard on by the time she finished the bed, I definitely would by the time she finished dusting.
I always thought about asking her out or at least making a pass at her, but with the language barrier and the fact that I didn’t want to screw up a good thing, I never did.
Normally, she would move the camera and binoculars to the bed and go about her business but one day she picked up the binoculars and scanned the beach with them. After a moment, she giggled and said something in Spanish looking at me with a grin. I had the idea that she was calling me a dirty old man for watching the girls sunning topless and nude on the beach.
She picked up the camera, looked at it, and then back at the beach. She giggled again, pointed it at the beach, and made a clicking sound. With a grin, I nodded to her. She laughed and put the camera down, once again speaking to me in Spanish. I shook my head and told her I didn’t understand. She frowned and then sighed as she moved my equipment to the bed and went about her dusting.
I smiled as I watched her, a plan for the next day forming in my dirty old man’s brain. Maybe I could break the ice a little and not make it seem so forward.
The next day as I moved to the market side balcony, I took my camera with me. Lora went about her daily routine and I happily snapped pictures of her with the digital camera. She only realized what I was doing when she moved to the far side of the bed and bent over to tuck in the sheet. I watched her through the lens of the camera as she looked at me, with her mouth open and her eyes wide.
I lowered the camera and smiled at her as I said, “It’s alright, go ahead like I’m not here.”
She looked at me quizzically for a second and then grinned as she went back to work on the bed. I went back to taking pictures but I noticed that she was now moving slower and pausing ever so often when she was stretched out one way or the other. She also wore a big smile the whole time.
When she got up on the chair to dust, I noted that she had her legs wider apart than normal and her ass stuck out more. I grinned as I realized that she was enjoying this as much as I was. I wondered what she would do and think when I showed her the pictures.
By the time she finished and left the room, I had a hundred pictures and a raging hard on. The hard on stayed for most of the afternoon as I downloaded the pictures, cropped, and sized them. I ended up setting the pictures up in a slideshow and then sat there and watched it run completely through several times. Fantastic was the word that kept floating through my mind.
Later that afternoon, I moved to the beach balcony and scanned it with my binoculars. There was the usual group of young people scattered out along the beach in various states of undress and/or completely nude. I had pictures of most all of them. The ones I wanted pictures of anyway.
I was about to put the binoculars away when a tall woman in a short beach robe came walking off the narrow boardwalk and headed out across the sand right in front of my balcony. Her long dark hair and long shapely legs made me put down the binoculars and pick up my camera.
I zoomed in on her and took several pictures as she spread her towel and slipped off the robe. I groaned softly, she was completely nude. I quickly snapped off several more shots of her breathtaking ass as she lay down with her feet toward me and her head toward the ocean. My hands were shaking, so I lowered the camera and took several deep breaths.
When she had gone to her knees lying down, her ass had been high in the air for a moment. To say it was spectacular would be and understatement. Her pussy was displayed to perfection; even the darker brown ring of her anus was clearly visible. My dick had sprung to life and hurt, as it was so hard. In my mind I was behind her in that position with my tongue exploring every inch of her ass and sex.
I gave a shiver and a jerk as I pulled my mind off the fantasy and back to reality. The woman lay like that for a long time as I closely watched her. I was beginning to wonder if she was ever gong to move, when she pushed up and came back up on her knees. I grabbed the camera and took pictures as she got up and then moved around to sit facing the water.
Her fabulous ass had been displayed just as well this time as the last and my hands were once again shaking as I lowered the camera. I blew out a long slow breath and then sighed. I had to have a picture of the front of her to make everything complete.
I didn’t get it. Room service delivered my supper and when I returned to the balcony, she was gone. I cussed as I went back inside to eat.
The next morning when Lora arrived to clean the room I motioned her over to where I was sitting. I turned the laptop toward her and hit the key to start the slideshow I had made of her. She gasped loudly and blushed deep enough that I could definitely see the red under her brown skin.
She watched the ones from behind as she made the bed and the ones from the front and didn’t say a word. When the ones from the chair started to scroll past, she rattled off something in Spanish and blushed again as she turned and ran to my bathroom.
I didn’t know what she said and hoped I hadn’t offended her. Then again, I hadn’t known what to expect, so her turning shy and running away shouldn’t have surprised me. I sighed and shut the slideshow down. Oh well, nothing venture, nothing gained.
The sound of the bathroom door opening drew my attention. As my eyes took in Lora, my mouth dropped open. Talk about surprises, she was standing there with nothing on but her high heeled sandals. I was stunned by her beauty and frozen in place.
She smiled shyly and said a few sentences in Spanish. This broke the spell as I shook my head and told her I didn’t understand. She pointed at something, speaking again. When I looked confused, she brought her hands up and mimed someone taking pictures. I grinned as I picked up the camera.
I took several hundred pictures of her as she did her work naked. She was smiling broadly and made sure I got a good view of her in any and all positions. The ones from the rear reminded me of the woman on the beach and my dick got even harder than it had been. When she went around the bed, she paused and caressed her breasts. With a soft moan she pinched and twisted her long hard nipples. She gave a long drawn out shivering shake and sighed as she went back to making the bed.
She got the chair and moved it to the center of the room. Taking a seat facing me, she spread her legs and leaned back. She spoke softly in Spanish for a moment and then grinned as she caressed her breasts again. I took pictures of her as she played with her breasts and nipples. She was breathing hard by the time one hand dropped to her lap. She used two fingers to part the outer lips and give me a view of her bright pink wet slit.
Speaking in Spanish again she rubbed a finger up and down in her slit and then arched her back as the finger circled her pink clit. She slipped down in the chair and spread her legs wider. I felt my tongue on my lips and she giggled softly, with a nervous overtone. She sighed deeply and crooked a finger at me, the same finger that had been in her pussy.
Extremely aware of the tent in the front of my shorts, I got up and walked toward her. Her eyes were on the tent as a big grin spread across her face. When I was about three feet away, she held up her hand and then pointed at the floor. I knelt down. She smiled at me as the finger returned to rolling her clit around. She shivered and then moaned loudly as I took a picture of her finger and sex.
Between moans, she was muttering softly in Spanish. I snapped picture after picture. Suddenly her other hand left her breast and dropped to her lap to stab a finger in her wet vagina. She gasped loudly and arched her hips up as she came. I could see the juices from her pussy seeping around her finger and running down the crack of her lovely ass.
I took pictures of her face as she slowly lowered her hips back to the chair. She had such a serine look, a well-satisfied look. When her eyes fluttered open, she smiled shyly and took several deep breaths before whispering to me in Spanish. I didn’t understand a word but I smiled back and nodded.
With a giggle she took her hands away from her sex and brought the wet shiny one from her pussy up to her lips. I almost forgot the camera as she licked and sucked on it. I did get a couple of shots though. Then I took a shot of her open wet sex, which made her giggle again for some reason.
When I looked at her face she grinned and motioned me forward. I knee walked forward. As I got closer to her, she sat up, took the camera from me, and sat it one the floor. Then her hands went to the back of my head and she pulled my face down towards her sex. I didn’t need much more of a hint as I buried my face in her sex and planted my tongue deep in her wetness.
Lora’s hips jerked and then bridged up as my tongue worked in her sopping wet sweet pussy. My hands went under her and cupped her ass cheeks, holding her up as I licked her slit and teased her clit. She was moaning softly and jerked as my tongue touched her clit. She flexed her hips as my tongue circled it. It wouldn’t take much more of that to set her off again, I realized.
I dropped lower and licked from her anus up to her clit. I repeated the motion, pausing to dip in her vagina and to circle her clit. She was jerking and moaning loudly each time I touched her asshole, her vagina, and her clit. I could tell that her building orgasm was growing higher and higher.
Wanting to prolong the experience and build her orgasm, I dropped to her asshole and tongued it. Her hips jerked up and she arched her back rolling her ass toward me. I spread her cheeks wider with my hands and feasted on her, stabbing my tongue into the tight ring of muscles repeatedly. It only took a moment for her to come and come hard.
I raised my head and stabbed my tongue into her pulsing sex. She yelled and grabbed a double handful of my hair, pulling me tighter to her. Her hips flexed and I tongue fucked her in rhythm with her hips. She was yelling again as her hips flexed faster and harder. I held on and kept my tongue moving until she shivered and started to slow.
As weight came onto my hands as her ass started to settle back toward the chair, I lifted my head and sucked in her clit. She jerked and went strangely silent as her hips bucked and jerked to a new rhythm. My tongue danced over and around her clit as her orgasm shot back up like a rocket. Sucking on her clit and flicking it back and forth with my tongue brought a gurgling gasp and then a howl of pleasure.
A moment or so later her hands were pulling at my head trying to get me away from her overly sensitive clit. I reluctantly let her move my head away from it. I sat back on my heels and licked my lips. I could feel wetness on my face from cheek to cheek and from my chin to my nose. I was a mess but I was grinning like an idiot.
Lora was lolled back in the chair, her head thrown back, her arms hanging down by her sides, her legs spread open wide. She was totally out of it except for her heavy breathing and small tremors that ran up and down her body from time to time. I picked up the camera and took pictures of her. I took overall shots and close-ups. I even stood up and took even more as I walked around her.
After a while, she sighed and slowly lifted her head with a deep groan. She mumbled in Spanish and then opened her eyes. I was sitting on the end of the bed smiling at her. She grinned and shook her head, saying more that I didn’t understand, but I had an idea that she was talking about how wrung out she was and how much of mess she had made.
I grinned as I pointed to her and then the bathroom. She chuckled dryly and then nodded. I got off the bed, went to my little icebox, and got her a bottle of water. She looked at it, thanked me, and drank deeply. After she had drunk most of it, she smiled shyly and sat up, closing her legs. I had to help her to her feet.
At one point as I helped her to the bathroom, her hand brushed against the raging hard on in the front of my shorts. She paused for a second and then wrapped her fingers around it. She muttered in Spanish and then sighed as she let me go.
In the bathroom, she sat on the commode as I got the water turned on in the glass fronted shower stall. I heard water behind me and turned to look at Lora, she giggled softly and sighed. I chuckled and went to get my camera.
When I returned Lora was in the shower and soaping her body up. The white lather contrasted highly with her dark brown skin tone. I took pictures of her as she had left the shower door open. She even turned and put her foot up on the shower seat as she washed her sex and the crack of her ass. She gave a shiver at one point and moved her hands to her breasts.
I continued to take pictures as she rinsed the soap off and more as she dried herself with a big fluffy white towel. By the time she was finished I had to go unload the camera as I had filled up the big chip I had in it.
I dumped the pictures to my laptop hurriedly and turned to find Lora lying on my bed. I looked at her questioningly. She smiled and patted the bed next to her. I moved over to the side of the bed and leaned over to kiss her. She shook her head and turned so her sex was visible. She pointed to the tent in the front of my shorts and then at her pussy, shaking her head.
With a nod that I understood, I leaned over to kiss her. She kissed me passionately and murmured softly as my tongue slipped into her mouth to duel with hers. My hand rested lightly on her belly and slowly moved up to cup and caress her firm breasts. She arched her back, pressing her tits tighter to my hand. She moaned softly as I teased her nipples, pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.
She was breathing hard enough that we had to break the kiss by the time my hand slipped down to cup her sex. She rolled her hips up and gasped as my finger slipped between the folds of her sex. She shivered as my finger ran up and down from her slippery opening to her fully exposed clit. She jerked and grabbed my hand as I rolled her clit around.
I looked up at her face and she shook her head, saying something quickly that I figured meant her clit was sensitive, to sensitive. I leaned over to kiss her again but she stopped me with her hands on my chest. She talked and then pulled on my shirt. I grinned as I stood up to undress.
I’m in my mid forties and not in bad shape. I’m not muscle bound or pumped but my stomach is flat and my chest and arms are filled out. Lora’s eyes wandered over my upper body, a smile on her face. When my hands went to the waistband of my shorts, her eyes followed. I grinned at her and turned around. She whispered something to me and giggled.
I pulled the shorts down and the dropped them to the floor. I always considered my legs as my strongest point but there’s nothing wrong with my ass. It’s as hard as a rock. Lora murmured behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see her grinning. When I turned around, her eyes were locked onto my manhood. Her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped open slightly.
My dick isn’t much bigger than normal but it’s well formed and my balls are on the large size. My dick was standing up tightly against my belly. I’ve shaved my balls and around the base of my shaft ever since I spent some time in Japan in my early twenties but that’s a whole other story.
Lora nodded slowly to herself and licked her lips. I chuckled as she scooted over to the edge of the bed and sat up with her feet on the floor. Her face was only a foot or so from my dick. She licked her lips again and my dick twitched in response. This made Lora giggle nervously.
Her hand moved slowly out toward me and paused an inch or so from my shaft. She looked up at me and smiled. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and pulled my dick down. Her eyes were locked with mine as she licked the clear drop of pre-cum off the tip. She licked her lips and then sucked the head of my dick into her warm mouth. I gasped loudly as her tongue swirled around the head.
My knees were shaking by the time she released me and flexed her jaw. She grinned and said something before she scooted forward, and started to lick the whole length of my shaft with broad firm strokes. Her warm slippery tongue made me groan softly. When I did, she sucked the head back into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down. I groaned even louder as half of my dick disappeared.
Lora was whimpering softly and rocking back and forth as she sucked my dick. I was getting close to a climax and wanted to warn her but there was the language barrier. As I got even closer, I tried to push her head away. She shook her head and redoubled her efforts. With a long drawn out groan, I came in her mouth with jet after fiery jet. Lora’s lower body was jerking right along with my hips as she moaned loudly around my shaft and sucked even harder. She was coming right along with me; I had no doubt.
Somehow I got on the bed and cuddled up behind Lora with my knees shaking all the way. She had her head on my left arm and her ass was pressed tightly to my semi soft manhood. My right hand cupped and caressed her left breast. She sighed and wiggled her ass up and down against me. I could feel my shaft settling between the two warm firm cushions of her ass cheeks. She sighed again and became still.
As we rested and relaxed, I could feel my manhood moving ever so slightly between her cheeks as we breathed. The heat of the early afternoon was somewhat offset by the ceiling fans and the sea breeze through the open French doors. Even so, the crack of Lora’s ass was getting slippery with her sweat and my shaft moved easier. Lora would shiver and sigh ever so often. When she did, my manhood would twitch, moving even more between those satiny cheeks.
The teasing feel of her ass had me back to being fully hard in short order. It wasn’t long after that that Lora shifted and then flexed her ass, moving me deeper between her cheeks and up and down between then. She made a soft murmuring sound and then rolled away from me. I groaned as my dick pulled out of its nice cozy nook.
Lora looked down at my hard dick and grinned as she pushed me over flat on my back. She said something; the only word of which I caught was siesta. She swung her leg over my hips and sat down across my thighs, her hot slipper slit center on my manhood. She flexed her hips and rubbed herself against me. I could feel her clit bump against the spongy head as her hips moved forward.
I shivered and reached up to caress her breasts. She moaned softly, her hands coming up to cover mine. She rode me with long slow movements of her hips. Her soft whimpers and moans were her way of saying how much she liked what she was doing. The growing wetness and slipperiness of my shaft was another indication. I could literally feel her juices flowing around me, coating me all over.
With a trembling sigh, Lora lifted her hips and reached between us. I remembered what she had said about not fucking her pussy and I was slightly confused. When she brushed the head of my dick over her sopping wet opening, I had the urge to lift my hips but I held still. I’m glad I did because what came next was out of this world.
Lora moved the head of my dick back and rubbed it against her asshole for a second before returning it to her opening. She rubbed it there for a moment and then moved it back to her anus. I was getting the feeling that I knew what was going to happen next. I wasn’t disappointed believe me.
As she rubbed the head on her neither opening, I tensed up in anticipation. Maybe that was what she was waiting for, maybe she figured she was lubed enough. In either case, she lowered her hips and applied her weight to the head of my dick. It held fast for a second and then popped through the tight ring of her ass and slipped inside several inches. Lora gave out with a gasping yell that mixed with my loud long drawn out groan. She froze in place except for a shivering shake in her hips.
The muscles in her ass were grabbing and releasing me in a jerky fashion. It had been a long time since I had felt anything so tight around my dick as her ass was. I wanted to lift my hips and plunge even deeper into that hot tightness but I knew better. I steeled myself to wait for her. This had to be her show and at her speed.
Lora had her eyes closed and her mouth was open in a grimace but not one of pain. The way her belly rolled and her hips quivered, I knew she was coming big time. When she relaxed a little her weight came back on me and I slipped in deeper. She gave a sharp yelp and lifted her hips slightly as her stomach jerked even harder.
Half of my dick had been in her ass before she lifted up and I was fighting to keep from coming myself. If not for the blowjob earlier, I would have been a geyser in her ass. When I gave a little shivering shake, her eyes flew open and she looked down at me with a loud groan. She had had one hand on my chest as she fitted my dick to her ass. Now that hand left me and came up to rest on my chest.
Between raged breaths Lora spoke to me in faltering English, the first I had ever heard her use. If I understood right, this was the first time anyone had ever been in her ass. I caressed her quivering hips and reassured her that everything was fine. She probably didn’t understand but she did smile weakly.
She held her position as her breathing became more normal and her stomach slowed its jerking and shaking. I reached down between us and felt of her wetness. She gave a jerk and shook her head. I nodded as I smeared her slippery juices on my fingers and then over the part of my dick outside her ass. She trembled as I did and nodded as she figured out what I was doing. I gently lubed my dick and she whimpered and moaned softly.
Her inner muscles were twitching and grabbing at the head of my dick. I wasn’t sure if she had intended to go on or not but I did. Once I had my shaft as slippery as I could get it in this position, I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her down to lie on my chest. She sighed and then straightened her legs once she was down.
She gasped loudly, gave a soft yell, and then moaned softly as I quickly rolled us over until I was on top with my dick still in her ass. I pushed up on my hands and pulled first one leg and then the other up almost to her chest. I hooked my arms under her legs to hold them in position and slowly flexed my hips and inch or so each way.
Lora gasped loudly and flexed her hips up, driving a couple more inches of me inside her ass. She gave a growling groan and worked her hips wildly, fucking herself on my dick. I was slowly going deeper and deeper as she did. About the time my hips touched her ass cheeks, Lora gave a yell as her ass tried to crush me one minute and push me out the next. I held on for dear life and tried to keep my rising orgasm in check as she came her brains out. Her hips bucked and jerked, slapping her ass against my hips while she tried to do sit ups under me.
I held still and waited her out. As she calmed down and just lay there breathing in deep gasping breaths through her mouth, I lifted my hips and pulled almost all the way out of her ass. As she tried to yell, I dropped my hips until they slapped her ass sharply. The yell never made it out of her mouth as her eyes got wide and she lost her breath.
When she finally took a long shivery shuddering breath, I made another full stroke in her tight slippery hot ass. Her next breath held a sobbing sound and I pounded her ass again. This time she took a deep breath and rolled her hips up to meet me. I fucked her with long full strokes at a moderated pace. She was fucking me back equally as hard, her ass slapping my hips loudly and solidly.
Her ass felt like it was getting more slippery. I pushed up and looked down between us as I made the next stroke in her ass. Her pussy gave a little gush as my hips slap her ass. I smiled as I leaned back forward and fucked her even harder. Now there was a grunting yell from her on each stroke and my orgasm was rising fast.
I tried to hold it off but there was no way. At the bottom of that last thrust, I held still and empted my balls deep in her clinching throbbing ass. Lora yelled loud enough that I thought I had hurt her until she flexed her hips frantically, working my dick deeper inside her ass as she came and came some more.
I woke up at sunset, alone in my bed. The room smelled heavily of sex and anal sex at that. I rolled over on my back and groaned at the protests of several different muscles. My dick was semi hard and hot against my thigh. Memories of Lora flooded my mind and I felt my dick twitch and get a little firmer as it slipped up along my thigh. How the hell could that thing even think about getting hard after the workout it had just had, I wondered.
With a deep sigh and several soft groans, I sat up and made my way off the bed. I stumbled and staggered into the bathroom and then into the shower. A long hot shower should help things I thought as I started to soap up my body. Memories of Lora in this same shower made my dick stand up completely and twitch. It was sensitive to the point of almost being painful when I soaped it up.
By the end of the shower, I was almost feeling human except for the hard on that wouldn’t go away. It was dark by now and I left the bathroom light on as I went to the icebox for a beer and then out onto the beach balcony. I sat out there naked, sipping my beer and wandering down memory lane. I was surprised at how many memories could be packed into one day.
My dick was still hard as an iron bar when I finally gave up and went to bed. My dreams were filled with Lora.
The next morning I was antsy and nervous as I waited for ten o’clock and Lora. I was dressed in just my shorts and sitting on the market balcony when there was a knock on the door. I yelled for Lora to come on in. It wasn’t Lora.
A young girl in her early twenties came in. “I’ll be cleaning your room, senor.” She said as she set about changing the sheets on the bed, taking out the trash, and dusting the furniture. She didn’t do the tops of the cabinets or the ceiling fan blades. Her maid’s uniform skirt was well below her knees and the top buttoned to her chin.
I wanted to ask her where Lora was but I held my tongue. I didn’t want to cause any questions to be asked or to get Lora in any kind of trouble.
The same young girl cleaned my room for the next two days. That second afternoon I had to make a run to the market for some things and I stopped by the front desk. The owner was behind the counter. He spoke fair English so I asked him why the maids had been changed that cleaned my room.
“Lora is no longer with us senor, she has gone to Mexico City for her upcoming wedding.” He told me. “My youngest daughter will be filling in until I can find someone new.
“Her wedding?” I asked in disbelief.
“Yes senor, she is getting married in a couple of weeks. It’s one of those arranged things.” He said shaking his head. “I thought those were behind us.” He added.
“What do you mean by arranged? Do you mean like arranged since childhood?”
“Uh, no senor. A friend of her fathers lost his first wife last year. He is an older man and wealthy. He wants a young wife but they are hard to find when you are older, I know this from experience. Anyway, he paid Lora’s father for her hand in marriage.”
“Lora agreed to this?” I asked sharply. It didn’t sound right to me.
“I guess she did, she left day before yesterday for home. She is a nice girl; I hope the old man is nice to her. I know I sure would, if I ever had the chance.”
“Me too.” I whispered as I walked out the front door of the hotel.
I left a few days later and I’ve never been back. I’ve thought about it several times but memories of lost love keep me away. I know I was in love or something very close to it, I’ll never know what she felt. I hope she has been happy and safe.