Besides, I had to supervise the big move across town of my shit from my old apartment to my new one.Mack allowed as how he could collect rent without ...e. "Go get moved in. Call me if you need anything. I'll see you tomorrow." That worked for me. I spent ninety minutes disassembling my inner sanctum at the old place and four hours reassembling it in the new one -- that would be my data center, not my bedroom; I let the movers do that. I went out and bought a couple of NICE computer desks, some. Rachel was soaked with sweat. Her sheer silk blouse clung to her body and had become completely transparent. Her firm round breasts and pink nipples stood out in all their glory. Blood ran across her tiny white skirt and down her long slender legs. Her long blonde hair hung around her head in a tangle. A slight trickle of blood ran from the corner of her sensuous mouth. She was panting from the effort and her chest heaved as her body struggled fir air. She could feel the blood rising in her. Even without help I managed it.I suppose the desire to finish furnishing my place came from watching everyone else work on their apartments. By far the person with the newest and nicest furniture over all was Cheryl. Her furniture all came from one store and their delivery people set it up. Johnathan Hunter wasn't messing around when it came to his mistress, if that was indeed the relationship. Only time would tell unless someone asked, and I had no intention of being the someone. As long as. I selected a couple of toys and made my way back to the clothing area. A twenty something young lady, dressed like a working girl, was hanging outfits back up. "Looking for a little school girl?" she said with a smile lighting her face. "About this tall?" I asked raising my hand to about the five foot six height. "Cute as hell and barely wearing shorts?" "She's trying a couple of outfits on. She'll be over there," she offered, pointing to the side wall of the clothing section. "Thanks." I.