The Florentine was the last house in the road. It formed the base of the cul de sac and it was as if the entire road lead into its gates. Before I cou...d speak into the intercom the gates opened and I proceeded slowly up the drive. As the house came into view it was not a disappointment. Its whiteness stood out against the lush green garden and looked like it had come straight out of a magazine. Not exactly sure where to park I stopped a little way back and headed to the front door on foot. My. Out of here. There was no way she was going to put up with this bullshit anymore. People walking all over her, treating her like she was some kind of communal whipping post just because she wasn’t In The Band. Hell, she paid rent here, too. More than her share most of the time, the broke-ass motherfuckers. And cleaned up after them. And kept the kitchen stocked. And kept him from flipping out on them when he was in one of his moods. It had all been bearable, kind of, as long as she had him to. I have wished for this day. Come in, I'm sorry we have a lot of Gran's friends here. They came after church."We entered the sitting room and it was crowded with middle-aged mature women, all dressed for church in their Sunday best. "Charlie these are some of my friends, all are widows or spinsters, all looking for a man," she said laughingly.All the women jokingly scalded Betty disclaiming the statement, which meant they were all available."We meet here every Sunday morning, sometimes there is. After a shake in the bus. My hand got her hip it was so smooth, I started touching it my hands slowly. She began to moan slowly. I took my other hand and rubbing her thighs.Her breathing got heavier. She was in deep sleep and she began to hug me with her hands. Almost her hand was on my chest.I was in the heaven because the first time a lady is so close to me. And after some time the lady next to me also began to sleep on my shoulder. I was enjoying the moment.In a stop, a teenage guy entered.