"Please get in," a male voice said from within the vehicle. "I promise you and your friends will not be harmed, Timothy," the voice added when we hadn...t responded. "We have much to discuss, you and I." "What did you do to Tim!" Joey said, the first to get over the shock. "Believe it or not, the only one who has done anything to Tim, is Tim himself. Now get in the car, all three of you. Or do I need to start recruiting your teachers and friends to help me?" "You want me, not them," I said. Jean had cooked for them. They had baked pork chops, green beans, and sweet potatoes. The foursome laughed and talked until they all fell asleep.The next morning, the Palmores got dressed. The siblings had invited their parents to come along. Elliott pulled up to the office.They were met by a smiling woman with short flat-ironed hair and a rich, cinnamon complexion. “Hi, I’m Trisha! How are y’all?”Elliott extended his hand and greeted her in kind. He introduced his family to her.Trisha began to. Not some young stud of course, but someone more her own age. Knowing her Grandmother's zest for life, she couldn't believe she was settling for a piece of rubber.No sooner had they cleared the dishes when the doorbell rang. Shirley said she'd get it, it must be Mrs. Silverstein. Sure enough it was.Golda Silverstein was about 5 years younger than Shirley. They had become friends about twenty years before when Shirley had first moved into this building. She had light blonde hair, dyed of course,. I stood up just as I heard the front door open. “Hi Barry love, are you in?” a voice called out. It was Suzanne – my next door neighbour. She would often pop round when there was some gossip to be shared. I quickly pulled on my t-shirt and my shorts. I tucked my erection into the waistband so that it wouldn’t stick out and be too obvious. “Just hang on here a minute” I said to Bernice who wasn’t looking too happy.I ran down the stairs and met Suzzanne just as she was coming into the kitchen.