‘Sweetheart, it’s simple. We decided to join not revolt. Are you planning on revolting?’ Perfect Teeth said and I shook my head emphatically. �...�Good, then you will be fine.’ Perfect Teeth leaned back against the wall of the quiet craft and the others followed suit, relaxing their stance. I thought it would be the best opportunity to pluck my mother’s picture and tuck it into my jean jacket for safe keeping in case I was ambushed again and my duffle rummage through for god knows what signs of. He put his computer on standby, and proceeded to his bathroom, where he washed his hands and got ready for bed. A few minutes later, he pulled the red satin comforter over himself, and rested his head on his silk-cased pillow. He was thinking of that whore of a secretary, Sara Winchell, and her warm pussy. He had enjoyed it when she tried to fight back. It allowed him to beat her into submission. He grinned, and closed his eyes. They were open again, a moment later, when he realized that his. I felt like an ass. The shower curtain had been sucked in against me all the time I was showering and no matter how hard I pushed it the cling remained. When I finally gave up and turned off the water I noticed that the spray had hit the curtain, bounced and drowned my pants. I felt like hollering for her to get me a fresh pair, but I wasn’t sure where I’d put them so I wrapped the towel. Everything seemed okay until I found the pants and started back to the bathroom when I noticed her staring. I had no real friends and let’s not even talk about the women situation in my life. I assumed it was someone who was going to ask me to plunge t heir toilet or something, and I contemplated pretending not to be home. However, as I said, I’m a wuss, and damn lucky I for it. With a sigh of resignation, I sauntered over to the door and opened it and wouldn’t you know who was standing outside, looking resigned herself: my favorite blonde tenant, dressed in daisy dukes, a red bikini top, and.