I would cut my lawn, then do theirs, or I’d shovel the snow off my drive and do theirs too. It just made sense to me, since Debbie was busy with Pau..., and she struggled with the mower or shovel when she tried. In return, she looked after the house if we went away or anything. Unfortunately, at the start of the winter, we lost Paul to his illness. Everyone in the neighborhood pitched in to help and console Debbie and Alexia (her daughter) as best we could. Towards the end of winter, we got hit. They didn’t need my flagship to deal with a riot in the transports; they wanted me to go talk to Tom. I still hadn’t come up with a good way to identify VIPs. The letter “U” and a number would work, as long as everyone had the same list of VIPs, but did we really need that expansion? If we said that King Tom was VIP number one, and I was VIP number two, that could be “RU2GU1I” which was longer than the original.And, it would leave the question of where I was to find the King. What if he’d moved. Just the thought of it made him clutch his hands protectively over his groin. Far, far worse had been the woman in Shadyside. Tom had been to a number of murder scenes over the years and had thought himself immune to the sight and smell of the horrors that one person could perpetrate upon another. He had been wrong. One look at that poor, broken woman had been enough to send him running out the door to empty the contents of his stomach into the carefully manicured topiary. The evidence there. "I have the place to myself." Sounds great," I said.I quickly undressed. My dick was drooling pre-cum like crazy."Put your hands right here," she said turning around and pointing at her ass cheeks.I complied. I gave them a squeeze, of course."Follow me," she said.It was unexpectedly awkward to walk this way, but she went slowly so I could keep my hands on her butt.Mikayla's bedroom door was only open a little, but from what I could see of the floor, it was covered with sheets and blankets and.