" "I just thought it would be cool to create my own room, I didn't think about the heat, but that's what air conditions are for." "You ...an do it if you want to pay for it. Do you really think you have the time between work and school? Where did this idea come from?" "I've been thinking about it for a while, I've noticed Mrs. Marshall's attic light on, I think she may have finished off her attic. Mom, do you know if she made her attic into another room?" "No?I. Now she welcomed the warm glow on her soft pale skin, getting out of bed and preforming her morning stretches routine in front of her large bay windows.If Lilian were another girl she would realise that standing where she was gave nearly all the houses on her street a perfect view of her supple teenage body. That as she stretched her slender arms behind her back, she was presenting her perky D cup breasts to the world. Or that to bending down to touch her toes was exposing her unshaven virgin. He was a Nigerian college student called Victor, just seventeen years old, who had immigrated to the UK to pursue a better education. He was doing evening courses at the local college, so the fact he would be around the house all day was perfect. Since our daughter had moved out, and with me working all day, Linda had grown bored during the week. So having Victor around the house to keep her company was just what we needed.Victor spoke good English and was such a polite lad to begin with. He. He dialed a number and waited for someoneto answer."Bank Street Tavern." The voice said."Tony! Hi it's John..." He stopped. "John's wife, Susan."He said. "Remember me?" I sure do honey." He said. "What can I do for you?" I need to ask a favor. John's been arrested and I needsome money to bail him out."Tony sighed. "He's been beating you up again?" Uh huh." John replied, embarrassed.There was a moment of silence. "How much?" Ten Grand." He said. "I promise that we'll pay it back assoon as we.