He must be somewhere. Walking from room to room does no good. There are too many people. I spot the drinks tub and pull out a beer. I almost scull the...beer hoping that the drink will calm me down. After a few drinks, I’m feeling free and relaxed. I walk over to the dance floor, or what I think is the dance floor. I find a space and begin to dance. I tune out my surroundings and tune into the music allowing it to connect to my soul. The thud, thud, thud of the base and the rhythm are taking me. "She wanted Dean." I sat back on the sofa. I was at a loss as to what to do next.He nodded. "And Dean sent you for me." It wasn't a question."She didn't tell Kat a thing." Dean's voice came from the top of the stairs. "Kat I'm staying the night. Cleo is asleep. If she wakes, afraid or..."I merely nodded.Dean walked over to the fireplace and leaned on the mantle. He stared into the unlit space. I watched him. Puzzled and amazed. It was like watching Dean's twin brother, not the Dean I knew. It. 'Look here', he said, indicating to a flat across the way where another man was sitting drinking coffee behind a telescope. 'Who is that', I queried?'That my dear daughter is my close friend Bill', and I peered through the small chink in the netted curtains at the middle-aged man who appeared to be looking in our direction.'He has a telescope on his balcony', I suggested, pretty sure I was right.Daddy laughed, 'We spy on each other when we entertain', he explained and explanation that prompted. I noticed she wore a shorter dress than most of the woman that lived there and she had a nice set of tits I was admiring as I was getting my tool kit from the van. She saw I was watching her and smiled I said welcome to the community and handed her my card as I checked out her legs and lovely breasts. She thanked me for the card and then I went to see Mrs. D. I was just finishing installing the new modem and updating some files when the doorbell rang. Mrs. D went to the door and it was the new.