“Not just that,” he tells her with a warm, friendly smile. “I understand that you haven’t been in school all week.”“You heard right,” th... girl answers kind of snarky. “Let me guess, Nola and Gordon?”Steven laughs lightly. “Yes, from them.”“That was smooth, what you did,” she says with a frown.“What’s that?”“I thought you were passing me off onto Gordon when in reality you were having them help me get back with you,” Tabitha groans.“Did it work?” he asks.“What do you think,” he says, flashing. A few hour, a few days, why?” he said with a smile. “But I promised my neighbor that I would bring her car back before 2…“Oh, don´t worry, we will manageHe gestured for her to lead the way up a metal spiral stairway. They ended up in an office. The lights were off, but there was a large window there facing the back yard. The man opened a fridge and poured her a large glass of white wine. Before giving it to her, he made her call the neighbor and explain that her friend´s uncle would hand over. Lisa walked around my rather spartan living room and examined the shelves. "Do you mind if I look around? I find I can tell a lot about people by looking at where they live."I shrugged. "Suit yourself. Not much to see. Does that mean there's not much to me?"Lisa laughed. "No, that just makes what is there more important." She wandered slowly, looking at the scattered knick-knacks. She stopped next to the television and was looking at the small-framed drawing. I had forgotten it was there. If I. I hooked it to my television set too so that I could watch it live. This was my first opportunity to try out my new microphone. It was long thin directional microphone that could pick up their voices from my window. I cracked the window open ever so gently so as not to cause suspicion. Once I had everything set up I called down to my wife to come up. We sat on our bed and listened and watched as the girls took off their shorts to reveal their thong bikinis. My wife immediately recognized them.