She had been looking for reassurance, that she had done the right thing. I must have been doubly hard for them, since they had moved thousands of mile... away to live in a swamp. Maybe the did need that R&R center in the mountains.It wasn't something that concerned me at that moment, so I drifted off to sleepy land. I awoke at 5AM to the sound of people assembling in the parking lot of the administration building. The assembled crew left for a morning run in the swamp. It was dark as my soul out. What in the world was he doing with these losers? “Thanks hun, but you don’t need to deny what we did,” turning back around, she looked Stan right in his cold blue eyes, and her voice grew hard. “We didn’t do anything wrong.” “Maybe so, but who do you think my sister is going to believe? You two or me? And even if she doesn’t believe me, do you think she’d pass up the chance to use it anyways?” For a moment Lucia was angry, furious; but the feeling quickly changed to one of defeat. Stan was. I followed her into the living room. If there had been any doubt about which 'Judy' would be there that morning, the fact that she was still wearing her nightgown seemed to answer that. IT didn't look like any chores were going to get done that day. It wasn't the kind of nightgown my mom might have worn; it was silky and pink and short, and as she swayed in front of me I wanted very much to run my hands up under it and caress her ass. One of the things I had decided during my three-week. .”She let out a short scream. Guy, of of the painters she shared studio with, was standing less than a meter behind her. She had not heard him arrive. Her jaw dropped.“Painting from memory..?”It was Pierre, standing behind her other shoulder. God, this was so embarrassing!“Much better that your usual motifs, in my opinion...”“Yeah, much more liberated” Pierre took over. Then he placed his hand on her behind!She was still holding the palette in her hand. She was sharing the rent of the studio.