She was wearing her usual tee shirt but this time I could see her whole pussy. I walked in and sat on the bed. I had enough. I said nothing. I leaned ...oward her touching her naked leg sliding my hand along her thigh a. She looked at me and said " what are you doing Aunt Stephie?"I said " you have been walking around here naked or half naked since you got here, now is it you just don't care if I see everything or are you trying to tempt me or maybe just teasing me?"She smiled saying " I thought. .. pick ‘em. Bread? Biscuit, of course — next question.I waited until a little after ten in the morning, between prime times for the two daily meals they served.I handed my Vanguard card to the oldest waitress, a genuine Flo type. And asked her about a former short-order cook, Pedro Morales.She was already shaking her head, “I been here the longest and he must have been before my time. Best bet is you ask the former owners; they sold the place some years back. The Corsinis.”I didn’t bother with. "No she isn't," cut in Connie, who had now emerged from the back seat to join us. Normally irrepressible, she too was shaking visibly and in the gathering dusk the whites of her fear-widened eyes stood out starkly against the background of her black face. She would have been as pale as Fran, I suspected, had her skin pigmentation permitted it. "It was terrifying. And when she overtook that bus on that winding country lane —"Gabby clearly felt this was not her fault. "These roads are too. But Peter guessed she was at her friend Helen's apartment, stalked the place for hours and when Helen left for work, she was an unofficial deputy to Marie, Peter kicked in the door and dragged Marie home literally by the hair. That nigh he raped her in every orifice and systematically beat her, bruising every square inch of her body. No, actually, he didn't touch her hands and face - he was careful not to leave marks on Marie that could be seen when she was dressed.When she crawled in to work a.