Rats, I thought. Listening closely, I heard the rustling of clothing, a wet squishy sound, a moan. It was people--two people. and Jeff were upstairs. ...ad and Charlene were in the living room.My heart raced at the implication. I eased forward. The sounds were unmistakable--the sounds of sex. Though I didn't know the act, I knew the sound. I crept closer, moved to the refrigerator, and peered cautiously around. There in the subdued light was a man's back, Randy's back. A woman's hand clutched his. About two weeks ago he started coming into my bedroom when I was sleeping and trying to get into bed with me. I screamed and told him to get out and he told me I would have to earn my place in his home by being his woman. I told him that it was my father's apartment and that my father had paid him well to take care of me but he only laughed at me. He said that my father was in Mexico and that no one would believe a girl and that even if they did they would only send me back to Mexico rather. And we're not exactly matching, but we're close. Clean. Casual."What do you think they'll do, Tina?" she asked me."I would guess it will be something like they did in Tennessee with Mizz Callirossa, baby. But we have to try and push them a little harder. We have all these letters." I had them in a folder, one from Mizz Callirossa, one from Mrs. Sorensen, one from Doctor Stanton on Auburn stationery with an official-looking signature.Susan was doing taxi service for Cindy and Nikki today so I. With luck, Sam wouldnt wake up, and if she did, itd be easy to dive off her leg and say shed just been going to the bathroom or something. This way, she could get herself off with Sam touching her, and Sam would never be the wiser, and it was easy enough to fake it if Sam did wake up. Her soft flower tingled with anticipation and desire as she pulled the covers the rest of the way off Sams legs and feet. Sam had shaved her legs that morning, so they were still quite soft and smooth, with no.