He hadnowhere to go. After I told them of the other events Richie wasresponsible for, they assigned two officers to watch the outside of myflat, in ca...e he tried anything else.I went home and for the first time in months I cried myself to sleepwhile Becca slept next to me holding my hand and tried to soothe me.Days past and there was no sign of Richie but I had learned from pastexperience that this didn't mean he'd given up. He had gone insane.Having that demon inside him had seriously messed. I set the bags down and began to exit the room."Oh where do I put his lordships clothes Cooper?" I led her into the master suite and she hung each item on hangers in the walk-in. I showed her the hamper in the bathroom, for the underwear and socks."Oh this is a beautiful home Cooper; you must be thrilled to serve here." No words would come out of my mouth and I just nodded. "Come help me unpack Cooper." I followed her and opened her suitcase, watching silently as she put everything away. She. Her house was the flophouse where they all gathered. Her son liked having parties. Natasha liked keeping an eye on her son.During the summer, her son had so much laundry. He must have changed his clothes every hour. She couldn’t understand why he had so much wash. While she was doing the laundry, she couldn’t help noticing that her son’s underwear was ripped in the same spot on every single pair.She went a step further and looked at his pants. There was that rip again. It was always in the. Jen was the only one not laughing. We swam back to shore and lay out on our towels. I laid on my front and undid my bikini top. Lisa did the same. Even after fucking Saul earlier in the day, I felt a certain itch (metaphorically speaking) between my legs. And seeing the boys in their shorts only made that worse. Every so often people would walk by along the lakeshore. They seems to be looking for a spot like ours that wasn't occupied, so, though they might smile and say hello, they'd just move.