He looks up and sees the headlights of the van racing towards him,bearing down like some medieval monster. An instant later it's sliding to ahalt besi...e him and the door is slamming open. Men are jumping out, racingtowards him. There is the impression of black clothing, ski masks, and weaponsin hand. He drops the keys, the phone, his papers. He tries to run, but they'realready grabbing hold of his coat and dragging him back towards the van. Hetries to fight, feels his fist connect solidly with. He moved in alone. She certainly could not conceive of this oaf being cultured in any way. Why did they let people like this live in this exclusive community even if they happened to be Jewish?He drove a Corvette. Lauren thought to herself; an aging Romeo as well. Hardly surprising. It was all of a piece wasn't it; that a troll like this should drive a "pussy magnet." She'd heard Mort and Edgar calling the sports car that coarse name. The sorry bastard probably needed all the help he could get. That's all he ever said about it.Anyway, this trip was meant to last a few months, and Anne, his wife, was thoroughly against it.She was 25, and a very bossy, almost dominatrix-type woman, and she knew that her looks could get her anywhere. Her shoulder-length hair was a shining gold color, her round face was perfect with full lips and piercing blue eyes, and she had an amazing hour-glass figure with large, firm breasts that jiggled in the sexy clothes she usually wore. Her legs were trim and. The same necessity gave us the “other” hole, albeit a place for our penis to rest every once in a while.Back to the story, gradually the occasional greeting changed into small talk, then casual visits to homes for a tea or a coffee or whatever. All the time I would admire her beauty and feast my eyes on those mind-blowing curves. The daughter would be off to college and the son to senior secondary school. Husband to office as usual. I would sometimes work from home and it is during those times.