She grabbedmy hair and pulled my head up, forcing me to look in her eyes. Her eyes drilledinto mine like lasers. I wanted to look away, but couldn't. ...inally she said, "You belong to me. You may not like it, you may notwant it, but that's the way it is. You're not the only bitch I'll get fromthis building. I have my eye on the brunette in Apt 23 . She's almost ready.I give her another two weeks before she's on her knees here. Then there's theguy in 36. He practically salivates whenever I walk. It was pure torture to begin my day this way. I always tried to talk to her, but I couldn’t even utter a word when I was in her presence. It didn’t stop me from trying though. One morning, the elevator seemed to be packed but she still managed to get on and luckily there was some space right in from of me. She was inches away from me and my cock came to life when I smelled her sweet perfume. I think she noticed because she pressed her backside into me quite firmly and slowly started wiggling. ”Jake gave the boy a big kiss on his cheek and he saw that shy smile of his.“What are you smiling at?” asked Jake with a teasing tone.“Nothing. Just like the way you keep kissing me and treating like a prince.”“Well, I like you. And you’re like, the only friend I have right now.”“I am??” asked Kiyan with a surprised look on his face.“Yeah. Most of the friends I have are superstars, and they’re all older than me. You’re my first REAL friend! I kinda like this place, there are no crazy girls. . and we knew Danielle was going to be leaving the island and going home too, eventually. It was just a matter of when.Thinking of these things occupied my mind on the way back to the bungalow my girls and I shared. On the other hand, none of the problems needed an immediate solution; we had plenty of time.I grinned. The problem du jour this week was a renewed campaign by my daughters. They wanted tattoos, just like all the girls back in the real world. Just small ones, they said, like the one.