Sides," here the blonde man heard the hammer of a revolver being cocked. "We no like strangers here, 'specially when they go askin' a lot o' question.... So why don' ya be a good boy, finish your drink an' go?" Well," the blonde man started as his hand tightened on his own revolver. "Didn't see harm in looking fo work." See?" The man, who the blonde man could see, now he was turned that way said. "That there is two questions, a hell of a lot more than we allow."The blonde man had already sized up. You might not remember me, but I remember you. You babysat for my brother and I a couple of times, as well as grooming the lawn." "I remember. You were around sixteen at that time... I'm... I'm sorry for your loss." I stammered."Thank you, Rob. At ninety, she was ready, as were we. Here, have a seat."I sat down in an overstuffed leather chair. Laura sat next to me. "You seem a little uncomfortable," she said, looking me up and down. "Relax. I know all about it."I looked at her, puzzled. "About. If they won’t, I will.”“Sure.” She wasn’t certain at all; this was beyond her experience.“Okay. Stupidly, I didn’t have keys made. I’ll give them to you Wednesday. By the way, do you have a driver’s license?”“Sure. How is that ‘by the way’?” How was it related at all?“I’ll have another set of car keys made at the same time. Your moving into my apartment is the only practical way we can do this, but I’m bound to treat it as if I’m the only one there. That’s not selfishness; it’s stupidity. Tell. I slowly lowered her hand, with her palm open and facing down until it was lightly touching my hard-on. She jumped and pulled her hand back. “Oh my god, was that what I think it was?” ‘Sort off, but you didn’t really touch it. Let’s try it again.” I guided her hand back into position and this time I curled my hand around her fingers and put it on my cock. She gasped and I pushed her hand down a little harder. “See, that’s not so bad, is it?” I asked“No, she whispered. It’s ok. It’s much bigger.