She seemed completely docile as I took the soap and washcloth and washed her, starting with her head and hair. Such was the dirt and oil matted into i..., her hair was plastered to her scalp. After several repeated soakings, she was looking human again.When I discarded the soiled washcloth and used a new one to clean her from the neck down, Abby let me handle her as if I was bathing a newborn infant. My hands roamed all over her, including her most private places. Her skin was dried out and caked. “No,” I replied, “Why?”“Well,” Jack replied, “I have three cuties willing to party if we supply the beer, and don’t worry, they are all legal enough to drink.”I had seen the women that Jack dated, so I was a bit skeptical.I was surprised when I opened my front door and there stood a beaming Jack Warren and three very lovely college-aged coeds. I welcomed them all into the house and told them to make themselves at home while I got everyone some beer.Just to be on the safe side, I asked them if. It was thirty minutes later when Towers came back into the room with an absolutely beautiful lady. She had dark eyes, raven hair and looked to be Middle-Eastern. I guessed that she was no more than thirty. She was well dressed and carried herself with authority. I thought for a second that I recognized her, but could not remember from where."Hello, my name is Letisha Rothberg. Do you have a passport, Mister Simmons?" Her voice was deep but still feminine."Yes." Good. We are leaving for Kennedy. This gives us a lot of freedom and when the weather allows it, you can find us most of the time in the garden behind our house, without our clothes of course. Our garden can't be seen from the street and the houses of the neighbors are far away and our fences are too high to give them a view on what is going on in our garden. Not that they would complain, but for some activities, we sure need our privacy. For the moment, there is only one neighbor who knows what we do in our garden, but she.