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Guy and Nurse married. I'm sure 'twas SHE who chose me as their Best Man ! She even got her Decorated War-Hero father to travel and give me the "once-over" ! But Guy was the Type who could sell Ice Cream to Eskimos or Sand to Arabs ! Very soon they Emigrated, only to return decades later to Establish Their Pension Rights.

They often journeyed to spend the Week-End with us, Nurse using her "emergencies-only-Mobile" to inform us of their proximity and so giving ME her "secret" number ! We were thus enabled to have "private" Conversations ! One Saturday Guy wanted to visit the Local Golf Club, so's he could Compare the Equipment . My wife drove, Nurse in the Passenger seat. I sat behind her, resting my hand on her left shoulder. As soon as Guy alighted I slid my hand inside her dress and shoved her bra-strap over her shoulder. Then I massaged her neck. She blushed, simpering and groaning lovingly.

After our Evening Meal, Guy "took charge" of the TV Controller, switching to the Sports Channel. He lounged in the Arm chair, Nurse sat sedate and silent next to him at the far end of the Three-Seat Sofa. My wife at the other end, next to me. Finishing a Late Cuppa, Guy rose, muttering something about "Time for Bed". She looked up at him. I looked at her. 'Twas though she was wrapped inside a "Clear French Letter". A see-through Army Kit Bag, gathered tight above her head. Every step Guy took, it unfolded, an "invisible ring" rolling down her body. Like a Condom being fitted to your Shaft ! As Guy reached the door, the "ring" reached her ankles ! You could actually see her whole body relaxing as it passed, a beaming smile enriching her Countenance. She turned towards me, chest expanded, her knees parting, her hands unclenched from her lap and lain relaxed at her side. She posed thus for several minutes, finally sighing as she rose to follow her husband to the bedroom.

"He's taking us back!" she sobbed, phoning from Heathrow. Then utter, utter silence. Nurse didn't even bother re-joining her Church, even ignoring the Ladies Flower Circle of which she was a Founder Member! She died a few years later, but she still managed to cover the 6000 miles that separated us as she Passed, greeting me as I washed the dishes at our kitchen sink. A quick flash of light, reflected in the window, and there she was, exactly as I first remembered from 40 years ago ! Now, she wore a bright red skirt, white blouse and leather slip-ons. But as I turned, calling her name, she vanished !

Exactly one year after Nurses Passing, I'm alone, watching a Late-Night Jewellery Demonstration on TV. The Presenter has a Virtually Identical Name. The room goes very quiet. As she fits a necklace, she pushes her blouse off her shoulder, revealing her bra-strap before fumbling behind her neck. "Someone's there!" she declares, "It's strange ! I can feel them ! Who are you ?" she asks, grimacing questionably. The room sounds, like the Demo, restores.