Weeks had past; months really. She felt alone and utterly depressed. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts and her hands wander - it was not the same, but it will have to do for now. Her senses piqued. The drone of the ceiling fan hushed by the blood rushing from her head; the soft cotton panties under her fingers, the slight movement of her muscles - in her chest, her back, her thighs, her core; the cool tears slipping from the corner of her eyes...