Well. From last night's events I had hoped to be the bearer of good news; young Jill had, it seemed, come to stay with Barbara for the night.

As I said, relatively high hopes for a sighting of her luscious form, perhaps exiting the bathroom or standing in the window drying her hair, topless ideally as she did once; not a bit of it. Nothing at all this morning, as for these many mornings past.

Ah well, just keep plodding on!

DM

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The selfish, they're all standing in line
Faithing and hoping to buy themselves time
Me, I figure as each breath goes by
I only own my mind