She was still contemplating what had happened, a week later. She tended to think about Paul a lot, especially in the mornings. Alice definitely missed...waking up with Paul in her bed. Surprisingly, nobody had come knocking at her door about Paul after she had destroyed him. Perhaps nobody had realized they were in a relationship. They'd gone out to eat a few times but had never really hung out anywhere for long. They never really went out with one another's friends. She wondered if Paul had done. She would not respond once she was asleep. I also went to sleep. In the morning as usual we changed our room and went inside to sleep. Again we all went to sleep. Me too.In my sleep I started feeling horny. Very horny. I tried to slip my hands on Anita's tits and began massaging them - She doesn't wear her undergarments at night - I took one nipple between my fingers and began massaging it. Then pressing the whole tit in my palm in circular movements. All this time my eyes were closed and nor. Nobody has been here in months. There's duston the countertops and the blinds are all wide open. I check thethermostat and make sure it's set to 70 degrees, then go around closingthe blinds to keep the late summer sun from heating up the apartmentfurther. I then turn around and head back to my car to get the rest of mystuff.After bringing up 5 storage bins and a TV into the empty apartment, Istart hooking up the TV. I carefully stand it up and set it down on thecarpet. I don't have a TV stand,. Trip put a hand on my arm. “No! I’ll handle this,” he said. With an act of will, he calmed himself and turned back to Petrewski. “There must be some kind of mix-up,” he said. “These houses are zoned residential. I haven’t filed an application with your office. I don’t need a beer license—”“If you want to serve beer—”The last of Trip’s cool finally deserted him. “But I don’t want to serve beer!” he shouted. His rage turned cold. “Listen very carefully, Inspector Petrewski. I don’t want a beer.