"You go in and warn Sheila," he said. "I'll keep things under control out here." Hey, how come he gets to go in!?" someone yelled."How come you assume... that's any of your goddamn business?" Mick said with comforting authority. He was a big guy and the grumbling hushed up."I can't go in," I muttered quietly. "It's all locked up." Well, that's good I guess. Isn't Sheila in there though?" She'd be down in the basement. She's not answering the doorbell."We managed to keep the crowds relatively calm. " Trust me. I know. We all have our routines. Imagine me being flooded out of my house to roam the street, live in a shelter, and eat at a mission. Quite the change, I swear I'd have to make less of a change and would have had a better life had I gone to prison." I hear you. Speaking of prison, don't forget, much in the way of someone serving a 30-year prison sentence, not that the Marine Corps was prison but, longer being in than being out, I was in the Corps for 30 years of my life. That. ... my husband said I would find going with a stranger to be some of the best sex I had ever had, and he wasn't wrong. The vivid memory of my first passionate kiss as I sat next to him in the back of his car, the feel of his hands on my breasts, it took a little nerve for me to start feeling his cock through his jeans but as soon as my tongue was in his mouth and my hand was on his erect cock, I was well away in the throes of passion and when he said he would video me sucking his cock, without. There was no sense rationing the water, it would leak out before she could drink it all anyway.It might have been an hour later that at least four cars drove by the street out front. The boy pounded down the stairs and cursed as they passed on. He was quiet for a while, then talked softly to someone. He came in, phone in hand. He was dressed, but his feet were bare. "How about this place, what did Enrique tell you about it?" He rummaged through the fridge and came out with half a six-pack of.