She had to lean dangerously close to the edge of the wall to crane her neck and seek the source but couldn’t. There were no obvious lights, but she ...knew one particular residence was to the side of hers and she wouldn’t see it. Grace played on, tinkering with ideas, developing them, releasing whole bars of notes which she found were fitting very comfortably together.The accompaniment from her neighbour added to the overall scene she was trying to create and she was excited. But as abruptly as it. I waded over to the bottom of the ladder and said, "Password?" "You fool," she said and jumped over my head and sank to the bottom. When she came up her hairwas wet and she looked amazing. She walked through the water over to me and tried to dunk me under but I brought my hand up tostop her and accidentally grabbed her boob. "Sorry," I stammered. "It's OK," Joan replied, "I like it." She placed her hand on mine and rubbed it around. I felt her nipplestiffen a bit and reached my other hand up to. It booted up and showed the graphic numerical pad and phone book. "Extension in use" showed in the number panel where the numbers would be displayed when making a call. Looking thought the menu I located the option to record a call, and pressed it. I was nervous and jittery with anticipation. The call went on for a long time. I watched the little play bar moving as the minutes progressed. I heard my father arrive home and the "extension in use" came off the display. I hit stop and went out to. “Do you remember the young girl who used to live in our house?” Josie started while she cleaned him off with a warm wet cloth. “It was back in ‘54 when my father rented out the basement. Her name was Jackie. She had blonde hair and a real nice figure. You remember her, don’t you?” Remember her? Shit! How could Vic forget a woman like Jackie and her beautifully gorgeous body. Back then, this incredibly gorgeous creature did to Vic what Mrs. Criscola and Mrs. O’Rourke did with one big.