The advantage of living in the rear was aview of Coit Tower and North Beach. Living in front gave you a view of thepark across the street and the roma...tic cable cars passing by every fifteenminutes. The neighbors in front said they got used to the sound, but Ithink they would have been more than happy to exchange apartments.It was five forty five when I closed the front door and I had no idea ofwhat to wear. Making a frantic dash to my bedroom I threw open my closetdoor and started to throw. "Faced with little choice Chris got out of the cab and through a decrepitgate that revealed the hut in all its gory. A skeleton sat in a rockingchair on the porch. A real skeleton, like one usually found in a hospitalcloset.Chris went through the hanging beads that served as a door and into adimly lit room. There was a motion to his right and he turned to see anold woman looking at him."Ah," she grinned, revealing yellowed and missing teeth, "you not thedentist. My little boy bring you. . How could a story be at once true and a fantasy? Which part was true and which was fantasy? And does it matter? Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But yes, a fantasy it was, and true as well. Even though in 'reality' it never ended like the story did.I met Alicia on a chat site, and maybe that is as far as the truth goes. Because, you see, until today she and I never met. We were just two names typed on a screen and hurled at each other through cyberspace. She never knew more about me than I. I suppose it must have been quite difficult for them for I was only out of sight a few minutes showing Lee around the other few rooms in our flat."You're a big titted slut," I said moving one hand between her spread legs.She was already sopping down below but I wasn't ready to mount her yet. She was losing it and before too long, my twin attack on her tits and pussy pushed her over the top."God yes," she screamed and her body jerked in orgasm."There was that nice?" I asked gentler now as I.