Maybe you should get dressed.”“Get some snacks. I’m starving, handsome.”Michael left, and the three geezers moved closer to Lydia.“Lydia, y...u are the hottest piece of ass. Fuck us now!”“You guys want my pussy? Okay. Let’s go over to the stage. You can all fuck me over there.”Lydia and the three geezers went to the stage. She knew them all and was going to have sex while Michael got the snacks. She knew everybody who worked there and paid them extra to take time to get the snacks. It. Getting out of Palo Alto andthe memories associated to that area was imperative for my mentalwellbeing. I also thought the apartment, which was situated only twoblocks away from the famous Mork and Mindy house, might stir mycreative juices. My parents left a small nest egg that allowed me towork towards the new ChrisBook or whatever I was to call my newcompany, but I still worked the odd job to pay for my basics andgetting away for weekend excursions like this one.I pulled up to the Stanley. We chatted for about ten minutes or so, then she stood and asked if I was ready for that shower. I rolled my eye’s and said yes please…her laugh bounced around the room, as she stood and took off her coat. She helped me up and I headed for the shower room. I had a double shower fitted after my divorce, a treat for myself. One end was open and glass enclosed the other three sides. I turned the shower on, it had three jets in the wall and a rainfall shower head above, like I said my treat to. It got so that I didn't even look most times when there was a knock on the window. Another prank was the dares. A girl would press her naked butt against the glass and wait for me to look up. Then she would run back to her locker as the other girls laughed and hooted.There were holdouts. Some parents held their girls out of school in protest. Barbara sent the sheriff around with a warning. The sheriff explained that unless the girl was back in school the next day, he'd be back with handcuffs.