I was sitting on my couch, thinking of ways to get Jack over to my house. Suddenly, a great idea comes to me. Smiling to myself, I get up and grab the... phone. I had a great way to get him over here. I peeked through the curtains and saw that his car is in the driveway. Perfect! I had seen his parents leave earlier, without him. I dialed his number, knowing he might not answer because his nose was probably buried in a book. My heart was going crazy, and I jumped when I heard his voice.HIM...My. "What happens now?" he asked her as he finished the bread and licked his fingers."Well, you get dressed and then you can help me," she answered. "There are a host of things for you to do for me, fucking is just one of them!"The way that she used that simple crudity just confirmed his opinion that he was now faced with a basic choice. To walk over the hill and give himself up to the first policeman that he saw, or do her bidding and retire from the war as her prisoner."Of course," he said. "I am. In the note, Tom gave them his cell phone number and that he would meet them at the American Bistro downstairs at 7 for dinner. The Bistro is the steak house that is patterned after an Aspen like ski lodge. James and Kim had about 4 hours before they would meet Tom. That gave them some time to unpack, and get settled in. James was wearing his Safari Bermuda shorts with the big pockets. He word on of the Hawaii shirts he picked up on his last vacation to Hawaii. Kim picked out one. I was an awkward teen at that time and had yet to have a real girlfriend. I was fascinated with the normal type porn of the era, my friends dad had a extensive magazine collection that he shared, and of course the late night movies on"skin o max" were always a favorite.But when the two 20 somethings moved into the apartment across the street, my sexual life changed forever. The apartment across the street faced the opposite street that our house sat on, but one of the bedrooms of the apartment.