The stretches were a dirty old man's delight, and on the weekdays, Frank forced himself to leave her alone lest he be late. On the weekends, Jennifer'... lazy, feline stretches often led to the lovers staying in bed, and starting the day with mutual smiles of satisfaction.While Jennifer was circumspect outside the home, he guessed her friends suspected their relationship. Michele and Sally smiled at him more often than ever, but nobody said anything in Frank's hearing.Frank wasn't sure about his. .. we havethis story. Many of you know I am now doing a patreon which officiallykicks off tomorrow, but once that starts, I will be giving those firstviews. Good news, I have enough material for Patreon to keep that upinto next year.... Bad news is it will trickle down here, at least for alittle while. :) In October you will see part 1 of 'Mistaken Identity,'make its way to Fictionmania... but this is taking up more time than Iintended... So let's move on...As Always. We have rules for those. I would have done my good deed and she would be out of my hair I thought as I dropped off into an unsettled daytime sleep. At some time during the next few hours I heard her get up, use the bathroom and fix herself a cup of cocoa. I was awake enough to hear the couch creak as her weight settled back into it.I woke up about noon, my bladder full. Working the late shift always tempts me into drinking too much coffee, and consequently, my sleep the next day is never as restful as it should be.. You walk with purpose up the steps and onto the deck. The sun is in your eyes and you hold up your hands to block it. The man is standing a few feet away and he asks you “Did you see the sign at the top of the stairs?” He doesn’t sound angry but you start to feel like he’s probably a jerk. “It’s just a beach and there was no one on it”, you say. You are startled when he moves quickly and grabs your wrists with one hand, steps to your side and pulls your bikini bottom down to the bottom of.