She kept walking while replying with a pretty dismissive, “hey”. I didn’t think much of it until I heard her moving furniture around and making ... lot of noise ... At 3am in the morning. Over the next few months, it happened a lot, especially on weekends where you would hear several people troop up the stairs into her apartment and then move things around.Then there was the time she apparently set a wood bowl on fire by putting it on the gas grill. Luckily there was no damage and no one got. Barbara turned her back to the driver so that she could talk to Ken."If you had worn a skirt like I told you to then you probably would have gotten the front seat since you're taller than I am. But you had to wear those linen slacks. Now you are stuck mister whether you are taller than me or not!"Raphael was smiling at the banter going on and also at the nice pair of legs he got to see as the young wife was turned. Somehow he got his hand on her bare knee as she twisted back into her seat. She. .you are going to be in the shower soon. Was it my imagination, or did I saw you started to pull out your shirt when I looked through the crack of the door? And If you did, was that a vague hint or a suggestion? Was there something I had to do now? Knowing whether you masturbated or nor was number one priority to me...but seeing you naked a not so distant second.I got up as quiet as I could manage, and looked around the door. I saw your shirt, on the ground, and your skirt was not very far. Fucking. Deal. At some point the beating shifted to his front. A cut landed on his cock and despite his best efforts Tom screamed through clenched teeth. A cry of "Disqualification!" went up and there was a pause. "What?" Toms playmate puffed. "It was…" gasp, pant "an accident." The referee gave the guy a dirty look. "Thomas, you in there? Do you want to continue?" Tom glared the bastard beating him. He'd stopped when DQ cry had sounded "One one-thousand!" Half the crowd called the next one..