The other half of the semi-detached house had a widow living there. Her husband had been killed in North Africa by the Germans in 1941, and she didn't... have any children. Her name was Rose, and she and my Aunt Lizzie were great friends. While I was with Uncle Reg she even stayed with Rose for two or three nights because she said that Rose was still weepy about her dead husband, and Aunt Lizzie would be a friend for her and comfort her. They must have been really good friends because I saw Aunt. " That's because we run the place, not the housing authority. We have a homeowner's type association, and they make the rules. They have committees that oversee everything. Yeah the government boys can veto anything, it is still their rice bowl, but they don't bother as long as there are no complaints. Some of us are ex military, but most came from places that weren't real safe or clean. Everyone appreciates that there are no thugs in the lobby here." So what is the police response time to. ’ She smiled at me and I headed up the stairs. I went into my room and used the bathroom in there instead of the bathroom that was attached to Brooke’s bedroom. I stripped out of my sweaty running cloths and stepped into the single stall shower. The water flowed over me and I prayed it would clean my mind. I needed help preparing for tomorrow. I thought of everything as I was standing there. I thought of all these women. Vivian, who had some deep rooted feelings for me but her violence last. Was I mistaken or was there a tiny bulge there? Noticing myintense stare her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties andshe began to lower them. She paused for dramatic effect just above herpussy and I was mesmerized, I also realised I was holding my breath. Thenwith a flourish she dropped them to her ankles and there between her legswas a tiny pink plastic device with a tiny padlock. My eyes must havegrown wide because she spoke."Don't take any notice of my sissy clit...." she.