My landlord was a Widow from Jamaica, she was a school teacher and lived in the house with her teenaged daughter. My landlord was about 55 still had ... nice body, but her face was butt ugly. Mrs. Barnes was a nice woman. I paid my rent and she never bothered me. I had worked the Emergency room last night and was in bed catching sleep, when I heard my bell ring. Without thinking I went to the door in my pajama bottoms and no shirt. When I opened the door it was my Landlords daughter. “A shower?”“Yes, it’ll help you relax. Just trust me, please.”I went back to the couch and took her hand and helped her to her feet. I put my hand under her chin and raised her face so we were looking directly into each other’s eyes. I kissed her softly, then gently turned her around and slowly lowered the zipper on her dress. I untied the thick black ribbon around her waist and then pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Tracey stepped out of it and I picked it up. I would like Bennie or Janice to talk to us about preparing defenses and how we can grow without being wiped out or taken over by bad people. We know they exist, now. However, we also know that good people exist like Bennie and Janice. Before Bennie or Janice talk, I would like to know how the group feels. Martha and I have talked a little and, if possible, we would like to stay here in Somerset. We think the way of life that we have is worth protecting." He sat down and a buzz started.After a. Try as she might she could not raise quite high enough. The size of her breasts, that she was normally so proud of, was her undoing. The weights would come up tantalizingly close, right to the edge of the cushion in fact, but not enough. At least she didn't have to stand on tiptoes any more. She tried a different approach."Oh oh oh", Michelle began to sob, "I am so embarrassed to say. Please Sir, can I have another chance to write it in an email to you? I got busy at work with a project my boss.