"It's Dinkerman have you been fucking with my Narcs?" I ask him, but the phone is silent on the other end for a long time. "Hey punk have you forgotte... that I own your whole life? You hear me Binks?" I yell at him threw the phone. "You don't understand Dinkerman things have changed." Binks says his voice clearly shaky this time. "Falcon is dead and the vultures are circling us." "What?!" I said then heard a single gun shot on the other end then silence. "What the hell is going on?" I say as I. Maybe a better way of putting it is, they aren't having sex, alone or with someone else, for much of the day. They aren't even nude, for that matter.I got better at it, though. Summer offered more chances to see something, sure. Fewer layers, looser clothing. Lots of factors contribute to success. Still, most of it was boring. I'll be honest, too. A little voice inside was telling me this was a waste of time. I ought to be doing something, anything, rather than waiting.Gradually, the feeling. I pulled on the required lingerie, made my bed, and theminced down the hall and made Mary's bed. I kinda amazed myself that Iwas getting so good at walking in heels, even though I had practiced alot in the last few weeks. As I went past Linda's full length mirror, Iwas surprised though, to see not a fifteen-and-a-half year old boy, butwhat looked like a twelve-year-old girl. I stopped, stared, and did abit of posing before I came to my senses, and made Linda's bed. As Iwas finishing her. A kiss on the lips and Steve was out the window and gone from her world once more. He was comfortable and she liked him, but where things were going with him she didn't know. Was he coming over just for the sex? If that was the only reason? Then why was he staying all night long? Just to snuggle up against her? Was it possible he liked her, like girlfriend "like"?Olivia couldn't worry about if he liked her or not, she couldn't have an eighteen year old boyfriend anymore than she could let her.