Storm cellarThere were no bodies or body parts. For that I am eternally grateful. But the experience was unpleasant all the same.“I’m right behind... you, Sugar,” Cinnamon said. “Don’t be scared.”“Gee, thanks, Cinnamon.”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the. I closed the door and about to head to my room. I heard mom moaning and saying my name. Oh Ron, (That’s my name) oh Ron. I went to my room and went to sleep. In the morning, mom didn’t say anything about last night. She pretended it never happened, I could live with that. Mom got ready for work and me and my sister got ready for school.Mom came home from work, it was Friday so the weekend was here, I was happy, no school. Sherry asked if she can spend the night at her friends house for the. The streets get busier, making it more difficult to find them.I change my routine once a week. Tonight I got off at Oxford Circus Station. I proceeded up the steps leading to the exit. Converging onto the crossroad of Oxford Street, Regent Street and Bond Street. All directions appeared to be more active tonight, due to the weekend. Standing at the edge of the pavement, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Slanted my head upwards, I take in the cold air through my nose. Opening my eyes,. On the way to our first adventure, I fondled N’s knee and unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress. This was not lost on the truck and high profile drivers passing on the right. As N arched her back and stretched, they looked down with lustful envy. She had removed her bra when she changed in the airport and it was easy to reach across and fondle her nipples. Our only concern was distracting the big rigs and causing an accident. The parking lot of the adult complex was not crowded. .