"Give me the name." Helen Masters," said Debbie."Of course! God damn that woman!"John Thompson raised his eyebrows at this. In the years he had worked...forher he had never heard Virginia swear. He knew better than to sayanything, his task being to strand there while she questioned the girl,but he now had a burning question: who the hell was Helen Masters?"She told me she wanted me to retrieve something from a safe in aschool," continued Debbie, "a safe of a type I'd opened any number oftimes as. “Sorry,” I replied and gave her a curtsey.She giggled and went out the door. A few minutes later I joined her.“I think we pulled off today just fine,” Nancy began as I handed her a glass of wine.“I never expected anything less with you running the show,” I stated, then quickly added, “ma'am.”“Sit down,” she said with a chuckle.“Yes, ma'am.”The dark canopy of the night was broken only by the small garden lights that ran beside where we sat relaxing.“So, is this how we're going to do things?”. .. How could Bobby ask her for more than making her happy? Wasn’t that what he always wanted?Bobby put the lily on floor in the door frame, and moving into the small kitchenette, left the key to her place on the table and silently let himself out of the apartment.On the ride back to the Estates, Bobby prayed. He wasn’t much of a church-going guy since he moved into the Estates, but he was at a point where he needed some help, and since Coy and Brett weren’t immediately available, there weren’t. ‘Control.’Mike nodded, inhaled deeply several times, then took his still erect dick in his hand and guided it back into Selma’s opening, narrow still but more easily receptive. ‘Tight,’ he said, to no-one in particular. ‘And very nice.’ He began to fuck again, holding Selma’s hips, drawing her on to him. The harmony they had developed was apparent with his growing urgency, seeming as though he sought to impale her more deeply with each forceful entry.After a while, Selma’s desire to be watched.