"It's the East Side," she wrote, "but definitely not a ritzy block. The building is a hundred years old. It's a walkup, which to you tourists means no...elevator. It's an old building with very small apartments. Over the years the newer buildings just grew up around this block. It's so old, the shower is a stall in the kitchen, because the building was here before indoor plumbing was common. Has hot water, though--at least it's not a cold water flat, like the building next door to mine. The. That was, of course, except one. Bill was alone in a chair. During this time his eyes were fixed on my chest. I knew you could see my cleavage since I was only wearing a tank top and I'm about a 36 C cup.I then felt the need to get out of there. So I went inside and headed up stairs to the bathroom. Little did I know that Bill was following me to the bathroom. When I went in the door I felt him push me then close and lock the door. I turned around to look at who was there and was face to face. You should wear a sleeveless t shirt and shorts. And I will wear…”I Paused with an elongation to the last sentence like horny, crazy girls do. He was enjoying it and I couls see his cock was between semi erect and fully hard.“Wearrr…, I will surprise you”He said “Rose, I am sure you will. You are full of surprises.”I went to one room with the dresses he bought. I checked, there was a lot of sexy outfits and I selected a transparent red push up bra and red transparent panty. I wore it and the. After gassing up he followed Helen north, following her route ’til he crossed the Columbia where he turned south to follow Highway 2 through Wenatchee and on over the pass to Seattle. She had his cell phone number and promised to call when she was settled. Helen had promised to give him the phone number where she was staying. If she had trouble she could give him a call, and if she had car trouble he would be on the road behind her. He knew it was a hopeless plan. Lightening didn’t strike.