That's because I didn't get to rush, and I'm going to make you live through what I had to live through.Sort of.Anyway, the rest of the day was interes...ing. For one thing, we were no longer strangers who fate brought together in a way that required restrained interaction. When we had first met, both of us assumed we would interact on a very detached level, and for only a very short time. When things didn't work out on the short part, there was a subtle shift in how we perceived each other. And. Daniel opened the door expecting to find Nellie. Instead Charlotte was standing there looking as gorgeous as ever.Charlotte was the younger sister of a friend of Nellie’s who still lived three doors away. Charlotte was just a few months older than Daniel. He always lost his ability to speak properly when Charlotte was around. So, when she appeared at the door he just stammered a hullo.“Can I come in, Daniel?” Charlotte said happily.“Course,” Daniel stuttered.Charlotte walked straight in and. “Crap! I am so horny right now… you owe me one amazing orgasm!” she giggled, instructing him to escape through the window so her friends wouldn’t see. Mike pushed her gently onto the bed, running his chin down her denim-coated legs, licking down her feet and biting tenderly on her big toe, running his toe across the tip and growling, Susan loving the toe-play that teased her; usually used in their foreplay. “Until next time…” he gleamed, leaping out the window. She stood giggling; slipping on. At this point shedidn't come close to looking like her real self. She was now a portlygrandmotherly looking old woman with gray hair. The type of grandmothereveryone wished to have on the outside but pure evil on the inside.She strictly adhered to three rules, stay anonymous, don't stay anywheremore than six months and change bank accounts frequently. Mrs. Abernathywas an alias she used whenever she took on a con. She had a number ofdifferent names and passports she used when not on a job. .