I soon realized that there was a guy lying on top of her. I wondered whether she was being attacked – or worse – actually being ****d. A possibl...e **** entered my mind, because I could now see that the guy had his pants pulled down to just below his knees. I wondered whether I should attempt to stop him or call for help.My concern was soon dismissed, because I could now make out what the woman was saying.“Oh … oh YES, Kimo! Do it, honey. You’re so good baby. I knew that you would be. Yeah. She ignored most of the stock market and national news - who cared about boring ol' Gore and Dubya, anyway? - and stopped, nearly dropping the orange juice she had poured, when she saw a news story."And in news, the Hooterville Mall recently lived up to its name when not one but several women independently wandered in completely... is this right?" The newscaster chuckled. "Completely devoid of clothing, evidently! According to local reports, the women offered sexual favors to nearly any man. I’d had a look at them and thought they were tacky so I’d ordered a pair of sheer, red, nylon opera style gloves and a pair of red, fishnet crotch less tights. I’d already decided I was going shopping for some boots to go with the outfit during the week.‘Blimey, you’ve got it bad!’ Vicky exclaimed, ‘I’ve worked for you for two and a half years and never suspected that you’d be into all this!’‘I wasn’t until you left that bag in my office.’ I confessed again, ‘I have you to thank for waking me. I also had the manuscript for a book I was working on. I had planned in my mind exactly what I was going to write about over the many months I had been incarcerated, and the book was flowing right along. I could only give it so much time, though, as I needed to work at those assignments that paid.Now I had this woman living upstairs and she seemed to be somewhat of a mystery. I needed her though. I couldn't look too hard at my new housemate, for I needed every penny to keep my home and right.