I laid out extra towels, turned on the stereo that played in the back yard, and then made a pitcher of lemonade.The phone rang and it was the guard at...the gate asking me if it was okay to let in Ms. Sanger. I told him yes and asked him if she was alone. He said she was and I told him that a Lena Sanger would be arriving soon and to let her in without calling me.Tamara pulled up in the drive a few minutes later. She got out of her car and strolled in through the back gate. She was a vision. She. She had on a loose-fitting blouse/shirt hanging outside (not tucked in) a pair of khaki-colored shorts. She was barefoot and had a glass of wine in her hand. I had shown up hoping for a night of hot nasty sex, but her dress and appearance had me wondering if she was sending me a signal that tonight was going to be a much more polite, social evening.I sat on the couch and she brought me a glass of wine. As she walked across the floor towards me, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Her. “Okay, you have a deal, all need a little time to get the money.” Stephen said, anxiously.“How long.” Said Tyrone, sternly.“Two weeks.” Said Stephen, questioningly, hoping Tyrone would be fine with it.“Two weeks is fine.” Tyrone said, surprisingly. He waited long enough for Tammy to jump in Stephen’s lap and start kissing him to mention the interest.I was in the kitchen watching the negotiation intently. I love watching Tyrone in action. I know he didn’t like Stephen very much. He was always. "He smirked. "Should I?" He stepped closer. "But you're all dressed up in that slutty little number for me. Don't you want the company?" I don't want anything to do with you," she snapped. "Leave me alone!"Undeterred, he took a seat at the foot of her chair, forcing her to pull her feet up to keep from touching him."What's your name, anyway, sweetheart? I'm Paul." Allie," she said. "Not that it's any of your business." Allie," he said, "I'm 73 years old. I've known all sort of girls in my life..