I turned my head to tell him to stop when our lips met. The word stop wouldn’t come out of my mouth as Will pulled me tighter. It was like my mouth ...opened involuntarily letting his tongue in. My tongue found his returning the kiss.My head was spinning with Will kissing me when I felt his hand that was holding me tight move to my stomach. Rubbing my stomach, I knew his hand wasn’t going to stay there. I decided I was stopping him if he moved it to my crotch. I moved my hand to my crotch to keep. Another clue was that every time I was to cut her lawn, without fail, she would always have her lingerie out on the clothesline in full display. Silky, lacy slips, bras, and a full array of very soft and silky full cut panties with lace trimmings in soft shades and lots of whites…. On top of that, when we worked in her garden together, she always wore a jean skirt, and atop that would make it very obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Always positioning herself and leaving her legs wide apart. She got up and straightened out her dress, sniffling a bit. She asked if she could use the bathroom to ?freshen up? before her next appointment and then suddenly she was gone. I knew I would never see her again, and true enough, the next week; the agency called and said that she had resigned and they would be sending someone else in her place. The next Tuesday a new therapist came to the house, a no-nonsense older matron who mumbled something about Polo suddenly requesting a reassignment to a. He was standing faccing the tv with his back to me. With one swing, I hit him on the back of his head sending facefirst on the floor. He was not moving so I check for a pulse. I was very happy to find he was alive. I did not want to spoil my day yet. Taking the rope, I tied his arms behind his back and tied his legs together for now. I roll him over and begin to drag his body down stairs. As I was going down the stairs, his head was hitting every step. I was laughing at this, because I knew he.