Adelaide frowned. “Your phone wasn’t password secured?”“I rarely use it,” I offered in explanation. I didn’t want to point out that my fin...ers were more like toes when it came to using smart phones.“You must either be the most innocent or the most naive phone user in the world,” the blond smiled, which was nice. She was pretty when she smiled. Some prettiness in my world was a welcome change after the events of the previous day.Beth was talking quietly while making rapid notes on a spiral-bound. So apparently the neighbor has to depend on our water for their day to day needs.I was overjoyed by hearing this because Parvathy has to come to my house to draw water from the well and as per me they might need 3-4 big vessels of water. Since it was a Sunday I could not do much and parvathy like an obedient maid was sincere to her work and never bothered to turn to see my side.Next day morning I was planning to get ready for my new adventure routine with Parvathi, suddenly my dad called and. Though flaccid, it wouldn’t take much to get it going. That’s when I heard footsteps again. This time, they were softer. My door slowly opened, and there stood Jess, in the same bathrobe. “How’s it going hun? Comfortable there?” “No actually. I got a really bad ache in my balls.” “Well, maybe we can help each other out then. You see, your dad just left, and I’m horny as hell. What I really need right now is a good fucking.”With those words, she let her robe fall to the floor. She had changed. "What was that about, Cynthia?" A urine test, sir." Please, I'm sure I told you that the young woman was Pete Stuyvesant's daughter, right?" Yes, sir. She said it as well. Never heard of him."He rolled his eyes. "Oh, you will, I'm sure." He turned to Kennedy. "Miss Kennedy, on behalf of the New York Athletic Club, I apologize for Ms. Beason's behavior and attitude."Kennedy shook her head. "Look -- all I want is a certified time for my rowing this morning. She thinks I need a drug test. Fine. I.