The sky had lightened considerably before I returned to my room. Rodney was standing in the room. He wore only boxer shorts. Since his hair was wet, I...assumed he had been in the shower."You should have come to get me. You knew where I was," he said."I thought you might be too tired to run," I said with a wicked smile."Nah, Joan and I just did it once and then went to sleep. I was exhausted. I haven't been getting as much sleep as I'm used to," he said. I noticed Rodney had an erection at least. At the turn of the century it had been a whore house untie a patron came inside with a tommy gun and killed the Madame, a few girls and a couple johns. The first time the relator had shown it to Mr. Jameson she had felt weird in the house. she new that their wasn't any such thing as ghosts but maybe it was just her mind fucking with her, or it was because he kept checking her out. Despite her best efforts he insisted in moving his family in. she tried to suggest flipping the property so that. We enjoyed our friendship and wanted to keep that going.We would get together from time to time to enjoy being together. It was usually over a meal and might include going shopping afterwards, just to be able to enjoy time together again. When we were living together, there was a wonderful period where I had every other Friday off from work and we would go to Olive Garden to enjoy a very tasty lunch there. That was another thing we missed so we started having lunch there again, enjoying the. . with a last look at yourself in the bedroom mirror you turn and leave to go to the ballroom....You reach the doors to the ballroom and stop... taking a deep breath you step through and stroll across to the bar to get a drink, as you walk you feel many of the men watching you... and you feel a bit smug, knowing that they're wondering who you are and if they'll be leaving with you tonight!! You notice many of the women are staring too... But you know their thinking something completely.