If I do this thing right, it'll take a tornado to move it off its foundation.By the time I knock off, Rose Ann is home and puttering about the kitchen.... I see her standing at the sink in tight shorts and a tank top when I walk in to wash up and I just have to admire her shapely ass. Taking a glass from the cabinet, I reach over her shoulder to turn on the faucet, making a point of rubbing my expanding bulge against the small of her back.She spins around and pushes me away, looking very pissed.. In prison, hekept plotting in he back of his mind and awaited his release. Knowing he couldnever return to his old hometown (or even that region), he moved cross-countryto a nice quiet suburban town. It was here he chose to make his home, andpurchasing the old house was no accident, either. Mad Mike always had designsto continue his acts of perverted lust. On this Halloween night, that time hadcome? PRESENT DAY,HALLOWEEN NIGHT As Mike looked onlustfully out his window, he was seeing the older. At last everything was done and I could enjoy the fruits of my labours. The only thing left was the attic. The very last thing down was a medium sized locked suitcase covered in years of dust. I had no key so I broke the lock.The first thing I pulled out was a diary of my late granny, not a day by day thing but written in over a number of years covering important events. I put it aside and took out a photograph album. At first I couldn't believe my eyes, there on the first page was my granny. "No whores?"He shook his head mournfully. "Run off. Damn war's gettin' too close." You see any Connecticut men lately?" I asked.He shook his head. "Never heerd tell." How's the bug population?" I asked.He laughed, clapped me on the back, and I drained my glass and mounted the stairs. There was a surprise waiting in my bed."Mama's sound asleep," she whispered when I sat down beside her and raked back her fine hair. "She sleeps like a stone generally." That so?" I said, pulling off my boots. "And.