She was kneeling on a rubber mat, prodding at the ground with a small tool. Her hair was tied back and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.“Lo...oks like thirsty work” I said in a friendly, jovial way.She looked up, trying to make out who was addressing her“It’s me, Pat, your neighbor from across the road”“Oh hi”, “how are you today?” she said, confining her response to a perfunctory greeting.“I’m fine thanks, how are you?” I responded, “it’s a hot one today, remember to stay hydrated”“I. After several weeks of these visits, I think they were getting bored with it also. One Saturday morning the front door to my apartment burst open and Paul and three friends walked in tossing a bag on the couch next to me. The four men were dressed in sneakers, long basketball shorts and sleeveless shirts.“C’mon you little faggot – we are gonna play some basketball.” Paul yelled out as I watched he and one of the other men head towards my bedroom.“Paul ... I don’t play sports very well at. Yes, you are probably right, I do get a big kick out of awakening the tiger in a sexually frustrated woman.”“What do you want me to do? I’m not sure I want to help you lead this innocent soul astray,” I answered.“I do have a specific task for you, and that is to look after Rex.” Again Ryker held his hand up to stop me from arguing. He saw my hackles rise again. I was certainly not going to have Rex pawing around me again; lunchtime today was definitely a one-off.“I just want you to keep him. "We all have our problems and weaknesses."Frank took the cards for the deal. "Enough talk, ladies. Lets play some serious poker."The rest of the night went a lot friendlier and Fred went home with twenty extra dollars in his pocket. He stripped in his room watching the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as Amber slept. She would be naked under the covers and his dick started to rise. He imagined walking over to her and pulling the covers off. He'd shove his dick down her throat as she woke up.