The blinds were still wide open because I was never told I could close them. I knew that if anyone ever walked by and looked towards the house, they w...uld probably see me walking around naked.I had no idea how to iron sheets, but set about doing what I was told. Who ever heard of ironing sheets? I put the sheet on the ironing board and started working. I ironed the top sheet first, then the bottom one. It was not easy, but I finally got it all done. Then I took them into the bedroom and made up. He and Bob had had three or four run-ins already and he'd only been on the job for two months. Dillworth didn't know a damn thing about being a detective. Half the time he didn't even know the law. He was a toady ... a brownnoser ... and he was already responsible for two veterans cashing in their chips and retiring, when they could have stayed on for three or four more years.He knew there was a problem when he entered Dillworth's office to find him fawning over Lacey Fetterman ... and Teresa. ” Belinda plunged her fingers inside herself, her other hand circling, pressing hard against her clit. “I want him, Rob! I want his hard, virile, barely legal cock!” Her head had turned now. It must be obvious to Johnny that she was staring straight at him, even with her shades on. Not that she cared anymore.“Are you suggesting I’m not virile?”“I want it!” She shouted, perhaps a little too loudly. “I want his hard cock and his…”There were no more words, just incoherent, rapturous noises as her. It wasn't the best night of sleep I ever had. My dreams were both good and bad. I dreamt about school, about friends and about dressing up but then it turned to a hand, a fist coming at me. Names shouting in my ears, ****. But then, as if she was talking to me, I heard my mother's voice whispering and the nightmare went away.Body... My eyes shot open. I was shaking and scared, not realizing at first where I was. My whole body was wet and my mother's nightgown and mine were drenched in my sweat..