Sure, there was the occasional confrontation but in general the people knew and liked their neighbors. The ones who made the effort necessary to meet ...hem, anyway.This was the neighborhood where Simone found the players for her pickup games on our basketball court during the week. Janey was usually home too late to play, so this was Simone's time. Janey would enter in if she was there but found herself in the unusual situation of being the outsider.Simone made it known that our court was open. In fact, I could see a blush rising up her neck."How does it look," I asked her, after I had my pants and belt fastened again.She turned around and I could see that the blush had reached her cheeks before it started to recede. She looked me over and then stepped forward to pull at and fuss with the shoulders and collar."I think it fits well enough," she said.She was within arms length so I put mine around her and drew her against me. It surprised her but not as much as when I dropped my hands. An oversize cup fell to the floor from the unsupportedpouch and the virgin male squealed with embarrassment. His eager youngcock had already, against his will, responded to the embarrassing butsexually arousing circumstances, becoming impressively erect andstraining beneath his tights. Tears formed in Jonathan's eyes as herealized how helpless he had become in front of the girls he had "dissed"and ignored. Wild cheers and whistles indicated that the young women werekeenly aware of their. The ONR would not even vet their clients; it was not their concern what they wanted nor did. If needed, the ONR would even make sure clients were not followed to or from their building. Many a paparazzi woke up confused in a random hotel bed with a splitting headache when this option was requested.As to what the clients could get, anything short of maiming or murder. Specific type of sex? Done. Specific type of partner? Done. Illicit materials? Done. A quiet room with champagne for the client.