He’d bought -- with money borrowed from her -- another pair of jeans, two shirts, and five sets of underwear.Anyway, the apartment would look crowde... to her mom. One real room, a bath, a kitchen -- that was crowded, and two closets. It looked incredibly spacious to Sylvia. After years in dorms and half a year in a single room where you couldn’t walk when the bed was down, one large room was luxury. And, odd as it was sometimes to share a bathroom with a man, he was only one person. And watching. ." I continued to torture her."Well yeah, I JUST woke up when I-..." her voice trailed off, not wanting to verbally say what just happened."Woke up when you what?" I toyed with her, wanting her to say specifically that."When I... came..." she lowered her head, knowing how badly it sounded."So, you orgasmed to your dog licking your pussy? That's..." I let my voice trail off, allowing her brain to fill in my blank."No! I mean... I was asleep! I couldn't help it!" she continued to defend herself,. He didn't even know who he was asking, what answer he expected. His eyes locked with Sam's, and Frank felt himself go numb from head to toe.It all felt so strange. Frank Seaberg of all people knew how delicate a relationship between a father and son could be given the right circumstances. And this man, his father... just that morning Frank had wanted nothing to do with him. He hadn't wanted to talk to him, he hadn't wanted to look at him. Now, nothing could have been further from the truth.. "Little girl, I was a police captain when you were a gleam in your daddies eye. You call me duckie again, and I'm gonna'' have your fucking badge." He did smile sweetly at us. Sara didn't speak so I did."Cap what happened?" Damn Droid walked past me this morning and out the front door, turned right and disappeared. A few minutes later the security camera in 750 showed the woman there crawling out of her bedroom." In the fancy apartments, the cameras were always on in the lobby and the hallways.