This left me with a small boutique full of antiques and women’s apparel with a tea shop in the back.I stepped into Sharla’s place and glanced arou...d.“I’ll be right with you,” a cheerful voice called out from behind a curtain that separated the back room from the main part of the small store.“I’m looking for Sharla,” I said. I knew Sharla, but only peripherally.A few seconds passed by and my crosswalk gal stepped out from behind the curtain.“How can I help you?” she asked.“I was looking for. I'll be feeling you up a little later," he laughed, as he loudly went up the steps."Hi sissy, you're looking REAL HOT in that pink leotard. You should see your boobies girl. And who's your friend?" Hi Laura, this is kinda weird . . . with the blindfold and all . . . this is Jenny." Hi Jenny, your nips are sticking out too girl . . . My horny Daddy must have warmed you up!" Yup, in lots of ways!" giggled Jenny."What do you mean?" asked Mindy, accidentally looking in the wrong direction when. "Your ex ... oh dear ... what did she want?" She wondered why I haven't called her since the end of term." Did you tell her?" I felt nervous too."Um ... sort of ... I said I had a cousin staying and we've been busy. I put her off."I left it at that, and handed Sarah the joint we'd been smoking. I wasn't worried really, I was too happy.The next day, the phone rang just after lunch - we'd eaten big doorstep bacon sandwiches to fortify ourselves for our afternoon delights. Sarah was in the loo, so. Freshly planted flowers lent blues, yellows, and reds that pleased the eye. Other homes were just the opposite; weeds and trash littered the yard, the paint was peeling, and windows were broken. Many of the houses had porches with two or three chairs. Usually, the chairs were occupied by elderly couples chatting and watching the world. John would wave to couples and often stopped to exchange pleasantries about the weather. Many of the older residents recognized him from his past wanderings.