The house is completely empty and Rhonda is visibly disappointed that she was not caught in her nightshirt.Rhonda makes coffee and sits at the table t...inking of all she needs to do today. She dresses in her Gym clothes and straightens her room before cleaning and straightening Bobby's. She pulls out Bobby's stack of porn magazines and looks through the titles noticing the enticing pictures on the covers. Straightening the stack she puts all of his books together including the ones under his. I had better keep out of sight. She will go mad if I am seen by her "friends". Bitterness crept into my thoughts. Its ok, just a "friend" going to the loo. Good girl for washing her hands afterwards. She weaved her way back down the landing. Bollocks, she is coming back!I just made it under the bed as the door opened. What the fuck was she doing in her host's bedroom? bloody hell, she was opening one of her clothes drawers. She closed it again. I had got no idea who it was, I couldn't see from. Although they talked on the ‘phone every Christmas and exchanged letters at irregular intervals – he even sent her Valentine cards - it was a ‘begging’ letter from his mother that made John finally change his mind. The letter had come out of the blue and was the one he had dreaded for in it she said her health was failing and she’d been told she might not have long to live. It was a short, plaintive missive ending with the admission that she wanted her son to come home, if only for a short. She wasn't wearing a mini today, more of a pleated shirt and it was folded down a little in the front. I could tell this because she had relaxed and opened her legs a bit. The skirt hid anything I might see, but the long expanse of silk-covered leg was like a beacon in the back of the room. Her hands were lightly rubbing, more caressing, her inside thigh as my heart jumped several beats.She smiled as I struggled to find my place in the lecture notes I never have to use. When I started again,.