“Good looking,” said Gary.“Hey folks!” shouted Jeanette, “She could be a reporter, or the police.”“Or a suicide bomber!” laughed Terry... “though the bomb isn’t under that dress!”“In her bag?” said Gary, though without conviction.By this time the doorbell rang.“Where’s Victor?” asked Jeanette.“In the can!” said Terry, “We’d better go and sort her out.”They dispersed according to a well rehearsed plan, the two men going round the outside of the house to come up silently behind the woman, while. “You know, I’ll need to make sure this big car will fit in my garage.” She says, almost teasingly. She turns on the radio and tunes it to a station playing soft rock and says “A little background music is always nice.” We turn onto a residential street and half way down the block she turns into a driveway. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a garage door opener transmitter and hits the button. The door opens and she pulls in. She hits the button again to close the door. “Well, how about. But first I was hoping for a little feedback from the community to set me in the right direction for my second story Part Two: I didnt know what to do with my new found pleasure. Feelings of guilt, excitement and pleasure all raced through my head at once. But pleasure would win out every time. Without knowing why, as if by some innate sense I started very slowly with my niece. Maybe I knew I couldnt risk scaring her away because the consequences would be so harsh. The point is I needed her. His breath was coming a little too fast for his liking, it would surely give him away. He tried to concentrate on his cup of tea, watching as the brown liquid lapped at the edges when he put the cup back down or was his hand shaking? “are you OK” she asked. He knew full well that he would have to look at her when he answered, lifting his gaze, he was confronted with the sight of her housecoat open from the neck down to her cleavage, and he could swear that she was doing it on purpose? “I'm.