" It's dangerous for soldiers to be out of uniform," I said and saw the girl raise an eyebrow at her mother."Just so," said the woman, "it's a dangero...us world. Anna, show him the clothes."The girl went to a big chest in the well of a window and there, neatly folded, were suits of wool clothing, mostly dark."Take your choice," said the girl, holding back the lid while our bodies almost touched. I could sense her warmth.I drew out a dark brown coat with long skirts and a pair of lighter-colored. It went on and on, it seem to have filmed me everytime I went out in the backyard, and there was times looking through the windows of my house and my husband fucking me. The filming was from a distance, but you could make out what was going on. I now was concerned, someone has been watching and filming me for quite some time. Who could it be??? I had a plan, I would go over to the hiding place tomorrow and try and find out who was watching me. I got up early and went back around to the. He showed his hands to me as if to hand over the oil can. He removed my shorts again and threw me on the bed.I fell on the bed facing my stomach. Uncle opened the can and poured some oil on his hand and started lubricating his dick. He placed his hand on my ass cheeks. My ass cheeks were now glowing by the oil. He started massaging his cock above my asshole.With a pull, uncle made me sit on doggy style. He pushed his thumb and forefinger in my asshole and poured some drops of oil in my ass by. The memories were still vivid.Nick looked at the broken privacy shell Connie had been examining, then back at her. “I guess you knew him ... my biological father?”“I did. I was modeling in New York when he was ... here. Pretty much every model who worked in the city in those years came by here at least once.”“He lived here?” Nick asked.“You didn’t know?” Connie pointed out the capstone. “I came up to see if his hot tub was still here. But, it’s gone, I guess.”Nick nodded. “The ... something was.