I did have the chance of getting with a girl who came to the club on work experience, many times she came into my office in her shorts and bikini top,...why I didn’t take advantage was down to her father being a senior police man, and I just couldn’t risk anything happening. It was my 60th birthday the other week, as well as friends and family Julie, Diane, Becky and their family’s came, Louise had immigrated to Australia by now, so she sent a video with birthday greetings, Tony was there with. Then, her voice sounding forced and false, Shana continued. “Well ... at least like you enough to stay despite the awful smell in this place. I’m surprised the neighbours didn’t complain. What did they say whenever they visited?”I frowned at the thought. “I discourage visitors. I like the flat, but the people on both sides piss me off.”She looked sad for a moment. “So ... Mac, am I the first person to be in this flat since you moved here?”“No, of course not. That would be silly. The moving men. Mrs. Phelps was murmuring, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," in my ear, while Charlotte just sobbed into my chest. Paul, whose exasperated objections went unheard, finally gave up and shrugged."Just let him breathe, okay ladies?" he pleaded.Mrs. Phelps broke away with one last "Thank you," and a kiss on my cheek, then stepped away to have a hushed conversation with my mother.I could smell Charlotte's shampoo in her hair, along with a hint of baby powder. For just a few short moments, even. I admired myself in the mirror and suddenly wondered what the hell I was doing. Here I was standing in the family house of a guy I had met two hours earlier in a bar, fucked, tied up and verbally abused and now I was trying on his sister’s underwear! I walked out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen, still wearing the borrowed underwear. I was getting really turned on and I was panting a little with excitement by the time I got to the kitchen. I had another rummage around looking for.