Great! How was I supposed to get any sleep tonight? I called my mom and told her to pick some up. I ate a banana changed into my pjs and layed down. I... was laying In bed thinking about Michael. When I heard the window creak open, I froze. I didn't know what else to do so I acted like I was asleep. I left my eyes open a little to see who it was. When I seen the curly dark hair I knew It was Michael. My god it all makes sense?! I take the sleeping pills, He seeks in fucks me without me knowing, I. Either Francine was routinely comped, or she owned it. George stayed with the cars, but Russell came with us. That day, Russell exuded badass. It may seem trite, but having him there made me feel better. Somehow I figured that he would not be carrying packages later. I might, but he would be otherwise occupied. That worked for me. We went up on the sidewalk, a block over and three blocks up. On the way we passed signs for four galleries, three theater companies, a dance company and about fifty. She was removing her blouse and her blouse hooks were stuck. She was trying real hard to unhook them and one more aunty arrived to help her. She had no bra and her boobs were hanging. Somehow the other aunty helped her remove her blouse. Her boobs were stiff since she was young at that time but her boobs were very big. Then she removed her bra also. My cock was on the verge of an explosion. She had all her clothes on her shoulders. She tried to take something from her bag and all her clothes. None of the five noticed Consuela until her outburst of "Madre de Dios, Sarita. Que es estos?"Jake quickly sidestepped to place the kitchen island between him and Consuela, "Lo siento mucho, senora," he mumbled blushing crimson.Sara Crews gave Consuela a puzzled look and said, "Hola."Leslie looked around the room and started laughing as she approached the shocked Nicaraguan matron. "Buenas dia. Me llama es Leslie Owens, y usted?" Leslie told her good morning and introduced herself."Consuela.