"The murder rate is picking up," I thought.I started knocking on doors.Betty was a popular tenant. Everybody on the floor knew her and liked her. They...were all sorry she didn't make it.The apartment next to hers was vacant. When I inquired of another tenant, she explained that the girl who lived there moved out the very next day. "She was scared to death" was the reason I got for the woman vacating the apartment. The prior tenant was described to me. She sounded like my"bathrobe" girl.Now I. I do understand that I’m now a divorcee and you will have your reservations to speak out”. “Please don’t say that”, I almost choked. “Yes, I still love you. All these years I have always loved you”. She smiled and brought her lips close to mine. We kissed again. It was the tender most feeling when we did it.We continued kissing for a long time. I felt her tongue try to enter my mouth. I obliged and we were French kissing like no tomorrow. My hands slowly travelled below her waist n my fingers. I know quite a lot about you." Oh, what the hell. Why not?" I cannot tell you of the thrill I receive at your excitement. My heart could almost beat at the fervor, the passion, you demonstrate."I rolled my eyes. I was to learn that Robert often talked like that. Eventually I was to finally decide that he did it just to drive me up a wall. Nothing like starting a two hundred year habit off right."So what is it you want me to do?" I inquired. Then, as a vagrant thought struck me, "And what do you. So there we were, sitting on a couch, surrounded by strangers. I turned to my wife and asked if she wanted to head out, and she said, "Well, no one is even paying attention to us. .." I took that as a yes, and stood up, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back down. "I didn't say I wanted to leave, I just said no one was paying attention. " and she gave one of her wicked smiles. She slipped off the couch, knelt in front of me and unzipped my pants. My cock was getting hard, .