Gossiping, laughing, arguing, bitching.My heart went out to them. So young, most of them. Homeless, or the next thing to it. Home was worse than the s...reet for some of them.Then, ding-dong!I set my can of Bud down in mid-sentence. Gloria was staring at me, puzzled.Homeless. That had been what I was trying to recall. One of the Orange County private investigators had noted one of the Nelson-Eamons employees -- I’d have to check my files -- had visited a homeless youth center in San Francisco.. Being Fall and still temperate, it was warm enough for them to have left a top panel open to the air. I was able to see and hear what went on, although whether I was lucky to be able to is perhaps open to your opinion.In the store room was a DVD player and a large screen. He displayed some of the film for the three women.To my own intense feelings of horror and disgust mingled with compelling curiosity and shameful sexual arousal, I witnessed the sight of Teresa's sequel sex film. There was. As if anyone would fail to notice those ripe beauties anyway. Thick circles of black kohl framed her eyes, contrasting sharply with her porcelain skin. Her thick yet neat brows did so as well. As did her unbelievably long and full eyelashes. My breath caught. For a moment, I simply couldn't think. Her nose was a touch broad, and her face a bit soft. As was her stomach, especially as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. Crows' feet were etched into her otherwise flawless skin at the corners of. We became fast friends and regular lunch partners. After a coupl of months,she told me that her husband was going to be out of town for the weekend and that there was a summer concert she wanted to go to but didn't want to go alone. Long story short, it was a perfect evening. We drank, and danced. At the end of the evening, I was walking her back to her car, when she grabbed me by the hand and led me down a path to the river. We found a secluded spot at sat down. She was wearing a short, white.