She was sent to the upstairs office of the manager.“Well, Mrs. Kamala,” said Mr. Kumar, the office manager, “these are hard times; recession and...all. Lots of people are out of a job. We have more people wanting this single job than you can imagine.” He looked in his mid 30s, quite a dark large made.“But I’m qualified,” Kamala protested, leaning forward slightly. “I can do the work. I want to do the work.”Mr. Kumar leaned back in his chair, as if seeing her for the first time. His eyes raked. Bob laughed and applauded. She made to curtsey, smiling shyly but brightly.After the kids had geared up, Bob saw yet a third configuration for training. The team split in half, a pair in each half squaring off and beginning to spar, the third observing and delivering running commentary in support of both the fighters' technique. The blows landed were solid but not vicious. The girls, especially, had to work as hard on maintaining control over their rising anger and frustration as they did on. Quickly, Charlene went into the bathroom, began drawing water into the tub for her bath. She was already formulating strategy in her head. With any luck, her mother would repeat the performances of the past few days -- staying out to incredible hours, thus leaving the apartment to Charlene alone to the wee small hours.Maybe I can get the oaf in here alone and then -- better see what time Mom is coming home.She went back into the kitchen, clad only in panties and tee-shirt. She half suspected. . As luck would have it, though, fate would intervene. Fate in the form of a virus!The virus crisis locked down everything in my town. School was shut. We couldn’t go out at all.Sure, it sucked, being locked down. But the silver lining for voyeurs like me was that everyone was home, and I could snoop and spy on every hot chick in my neighborhood.I flew my Fly Spy into a number of neighbor chicks’ and MILFs’ rooms, watched them as they undressed.I perved too on the sexy suburbanite MILFs as they.