...the water? The foamy pink liquid that she initially believedwas...poison?Glenda wandered back into the bathroom to gaze down at the idle pinkwater,... trying to put together the logistics of what had happened......and, quite frankly, she couldn?t come up with any logic at all.Other than that she was, apparently, very wrong about the RetirementHome making zombies of its tenants.Was Barry right about that Rosa woman being a tenant? She began towonder. Is there some kind of cover-up going on? And. ” she said. Roopa was happily married and aside from the occasional bout of harmless flirting she never gave the slightest indication of having any interest in me. “Sure,” I said, “come on in.” “I can’t, Pinky’s asleep in bed and I don’t want to leave her unattended. Come down to my apartment. My husband has some imported liquors too if you are interested.” A drink is a drink as far as I’m concerned and so I closed the front door behind me and followed Roopa to her apartment, three doors down. They were to the part now where May was opening her luscious asshole for Rex's cock. Hmmmmm, Rex thought, all this and more to come.Jon and Ronee were both pretty well lit up, Rex thought as he sat with the two of them in front of the big TV projection screen. He had maneuvered his way around to the subject of his video system and, after they had all consumed enough liquor, gradually worked in the topic of swinging sex.They were now engrossed in a video-taped copy of a popular pornographic. I know she has a lot of plans foryou, my little sissy boy."As soon as we arrived home, Marie and Dad oohed and aahed over mymake up and hair. Once again Dad repeated that he had to endure wigs,while I only had to endure the pleasantness of someone working on mylocks. He seemed a little jealous or maybe that was just myimagination. As you can guess by this time my imagination was workingfull time.They sat me at the table in the kitchen and Marie peppered me withquestions about my afternoon, and.