She lived in an old house, built in a desert town long ago, so all the rooms had doors, and all the doors had keyholes, whose keys had been long lost....Like most people then she didn't bother to lock her door during the day and I could peek through virtually every keyhole whenever I wanted. I often got to watch Mrs. Jessup in the shower. Lots of people had no air-conditioning, so she often took showers to cool off, and whenever I was home I would be peeking through the keyhole into her bathroom. Wanton, lustful, I promised I would do anything for one, and she smiled as she handcuffed me again, and then turned me and bent me over the table. I was still looking right at the open door moments later, when as a man in a mask and a woman whom obviously worked there judging by the outfit walked up to the open door, and watched as she pushed into my soaking treasure with the toy she was now wearing. I moaned in ecstasy while she pounded into me, displaying me in front of the man I had to have. I opened the envelope and removed a slip of paper. I immediately recognized Karen's handwriting. "I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU FOR TAKING CARE OF ME, THIS IS FOR YOU, ENJOY." Puzzled, I looked into the envelope, but it was empty. Turning to the delivery person I asked. "Is there something else?" "No sir, just that." She stated. "What do I tell the sender?" "How the hell should I know." I spat. "I'm supposed to have something, I don't even know what." I was close to losing it, then I noticed the. "Sierra lay down on the mattress and sobbed morosely. Grace took pity and snuggled quietly beside her until they both finally drifted off to sleep.Tempers were still frayed the following morning and Grace tactfully stayed out of Mason's sight. The other girls carefully avoided her, scared of guilt by association. Harry handed her a plate of food to feed Tammy and she was grateful for the opportunity to check in on the youngster. The girl had withdrawn into her shell and hardly acknowledged.