I learn early on that Veronica has had some marital problems. One evening it was raining hard, unusually stormy outside and Veronica did not want to ...drive 45 minutes home so she stopped by Helen's house and spent the night, to sleep in the living room.I had my own room and felt kinda bad Veronica had to sleep on the couch. I had a queen size bed and decided to make a move after Helen went to bed. Veronica was going to leave early in the morning anyway so Helen wouldn't even know. I wait. ” He had his own personal bathroom off his big office and we stepped into it. Mr. Savage pulled off my skirt and hung it on the door. I stood before them and I instinctively covered myself with my hands. “My dear, it isn’t like you to be so shy.” Mr. Savage smiled at me. Mr. Baxter was older than Mr. Savage. He pulled his wallet out and from a pocket inside produced a key I recognized to be the distinctive key for my belt. “Mr. Baxter will supervise any of your bathroom needs while you are at. Even with phone calls, the days seemed to drag on with meetings the only activity to break up the monotony. Sure, I had students to teach and I spent a lot of time swimming adding the area around the docks to my underwater explorations. The only thing I found there was a small tunnel or shaft that went on for some time but as I only snorkeled there was no way I was going in. Maybe when Antonia returned we could rent some gear to find out where it went.On the other hand, I would say that we. This apartment belonged to Alfred, as he would soon learn. Alfred was a janitor at the college, whom Noel had seen on campus. Alfred was a good-looking black guy in his late thirties, and was tall, thickset, and exuded a regal bearing. Alfred was bald and had a short-cropped beard. Even though Noel thought of Alfred as being a little too old for his taste, Noel impressed by his masculine presence.As Noel peeped through the curtains, Alfred emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist from what.