They all needed to retrieve their bikes before going home. Zlata and Dahlia don’t go home with everybody else. The four of us are sitting in the liv...ing room when I ask Sam, “If Zlata and Dahlia are going to be spending every night here, why don’t they just move in?”Sam turns a little red-faced but responds, “I never thought about it. I just feel like a kid letting her stay here when in some ways, it feels like we are breaking the rules.”I laugh and add, “There are no rules. We are all adults. Like expected, she delivers one ofher famous ultimatums: Until I've been to a professional, not a word fromher. Fine. Not like I have anything else to do.My landlady is a sweet old woman, who I've done dozens of favors for inthe past. Now was time to collect: I needed her to drive me to theurgent care center. Three knocks on her door. It's a migraine from hell,give me a lift.She drives like an old woman. It takes long enough to get there, that thetiny bit of relief I'd gotten from the. Creamy, light mocha skin, deep brown eyes, long straight black hair hung down to her mid back. She wore a black push up bra that held beautiful firm D-cups. All the more impressive, given her petite frame. Below her flat stomach she wore black panties. I could see just a hint of soft black hair peaking out from the top. Candy red heels completed the minimal ensemble. I felt my cock spring to life, it what seemed like the first time in years. My heart started pounding and my breathing deepened.. There is no way that he could know this little girl's name. After all his name was . . . .?His eyes widened as far as the could without transcending the boundaries of their orbits. He tried to remember what his name was, but it was gone like so much dried leaves in the wind. The only name that was there was Leilani. He tried to recall the names of his wife, and his son, but they too were gone. He could not remember where he used to live or what he used to do for a living.The bits and.