In the upstairs bedroom, the home's residents, Matt and Wendy Smith, werein the middle of having intimate relations. The man in the brown suitwatched ...rom the doorway, but the young couple didn't see him.The giggling sexual playfulness of the couple suddenly stopped, and bothof them just sort of started staring at Wendy's crotch."What is that thing?" Matt asked.Wendy shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I was hoping you would know, Iwent to go to the bathroom to pee and, well, I just sort of. And then, she saw him. A slim, attractive man walked down the alley, his footing sure and lacking the erratic pattern of someone who had overindulged at the bar. His gaze was sharp, and he carried himself in a way that suggested thoughtfulness and even a hint of kindness. He probably wasn't from the city, Calyndi mused – his spirit was far too lively; far too lacking in the deep weariness that was so common in this urban hive of humanity. This man was alive, and vibrant ... and exactly what. I will be 100 years old on my next birthday which is not necessarily a blessing. But I am in possession of all my faculties and require very little assistance. I live in a suite of rooms atop the Carruthers Hotel. Few townspeople even know I’m here, I had gone to live in Europe- when my marriage failed I returned. Of course the help knows, but they have been with us for generations and they are as close as family as could be. A Carruthers married a Potter, so that even makes them kin to us.. As she was between the isles to bend over. Prior also I told her not to wear any panties. She obliged all my request. So then I went inside. I sat down at a table in the reading room. I could tell she was very excited that i was there. As she kept smiling at me. She attempted to reach and touch my hand. I got up. She said where are you going. I said I will be right back. Stay here. Lewiston, Maine is a small town. With a library that sufficient for such a small town. With one bathroom. Which is.