”“Oh my God. You have rats?” his mother exclaimed.Eric smirked. “I don’t have rats. Dad is just making it up.”“Just because you don’t ...ee rats, it does not mean that there are no rats,” Father declared.“I don’t have rats, Dad.”“Rats are sneaky.”“I don’t have rats!” Eric snapped.“Don’t raise your voice at your father,” Mother scolded through a kerchief covering her mouth and nose.Eric said to her, “You don’t need that. You can see that I keep the place clean.”Her eyes narrowed, scanning his. He pulled my hands from the wall and promised to guide me to where he wanted me and I soon felt the edge of the table against the back of my thighs. He asked me to slide back on the table and then moved things out of the way so that I could lie down. He was so gentle, so attentive that I had no reason to be scared. I was so lost in the moment, caught up in emotion that I didn’t care. He was enjoying my body and I loved every minute. He pulled two chairs closer to the table and placed one. . her. The one from the liquor store. Francesca. Wow, she was something else, too, and no small part of me was attracted to her, but I wasn’t sure how she would feel about this lifestyle of mine. That wasn’t even counting that she was significantly younger, though to be fair, Melissa had indicated an interest in younger men ... and Francesca had shown some signs of possible attraction to me ... and to the clerk, Harvey, oddly enough. I wondered what would come of that. Mind you, with her. She had to be flirting, didn't she? Or was she simply just being nice? It was hard to tell. It was always hard to tell with her.I couldn't help but give her a little test. As I sat back down next to her, I made sure my chair was just a fraction closer to her than it had been before. It was close enough that our arms now brushed against each other. I tensed, waiting for her reaction, but she didn't move away. Our arms just stayed there. I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.I took.