”“Can you pull weeds?”“Sure, I can pull weeds.”“Can you turn on the hose?”“Yes.”“Fine, you’re hired. The place is yours.”“Oh..., thank you, Lily, thank you. What a relief. You won’t be sorry!”“Glad to have you, neighbor. Come over Saturday morning and we’ll get to work. We could have you in by Sunday night.”----Jeremy arrived at eight a.m. Saturday and Lily was already in the apartment filling boxes and green garbage bags with loose items that were sitting around. Jeremy carried the bags and boxes. Renee ignored the jibe and walked away, leaving Fran to make up her mind whether to follow or not as she wanted to do. What Fran said had hit a nerve, even if she didn't show it. It could well be that what was bothering her was more than just a desire to be safe.Angry, Renee pushed the thought away. It didn't change her mind. No sailors. And that was that!Renee pushed the first door she came to and sighed with relief. The sign said "Capri Bar," but it was really a music bar. At one end, water. Pressing it further in and further forward. Itfelt full and heavy, filling him. A careful repair of lipstick. Atouch of blush and eyeshadow and his face looked composed again.The plug moved within him, caressing him, as he rose. The very actof walking seemed to move it heavily within him. The lever pressedit forward and the plug itself seemed to be like a large sleepyanimal within him. Moving slightly when he moved. Adjusting itselfto his own movement with a movement of its own. He clattered on. ." said Claire."Ok!" I said. "What the scene?" said Claire. "Your a sexy young wife. You come home to find that your husband having an affair, with your sister. Your so distraught. That you drive to a seedy motel. Once there you leave the door to your room open. You sit on the edge of the bed. Wearing just your robe. The first male to come into your room. You have revenge sex with him. You let him do what ever he wants to you." I said. "Wow! That is some scene." said Claire. "They also sent us.