The stairs were another trial, I had to turn sideways tonegotiate them. After making the coffee I struggled back upstairs withit. "Here you are Mithdr...th," I said. "Thank you Missy now go and standin the corner facing the wall until I need you again." I staggered to thecorner and stood facing the wall.I heard my wife go and have a shower then sit and dry her hair and put onher make up. "Missy get my underwear" I went to her chest of drawers andgot out a matching set of yellow satin bra and. As we talked I suggested she and I go somewhere to kill some time.As they looked at each other Celia asked why and I replied “I think you know why”, as I went to Donna and told her I was going to screw this old tart she said “Ok”, as I approached the two mature women Celia said “Ok” and with that we went upstairs to our room. As I opened the door she said “It’s been about ten years” “So” I replied as we sat on the bed.Moving my arm around her shoulders and pulling her towards me she said “How. Walking thru an ‘acquiring’ a few things that I need to have. ( I pledge my 5th amendment right, ya ain’t gonna get me to confess). I am dressed in all black leather pants, black tight shirt, and my hair is waved back gel down. I look like a very fem Italian mobster or hit woman of some type. You can tell I am not up to any good. As I walk around taking a nice long hard deep look and studying everything that in the oversize condo that looks like some sort of a plaza from a Hollywood mansion. Mayfield flattened himself against the right wall and carefully peeked around the corner to the right. He could see the front door.He looked left and could see the corridor go into the building further and then turn right. No one was about. There was still no sound but the pounding of his heart and his soft footsteps.Mayfield quickly slipped down the corridor and flattened himself against the wall just before the corner. Once again, he slowly peeked around the corner. Again there was nothing.