141 was split into multi-lets and it became home to dockers and factory workers and even spent a decade bordered up… becoming shelter to delinquents... vagrants and prostitutes who soon used it as their base to ply their sordid trade.Ah… sex. The downfall of so many. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorious repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex. You bounced down the sidewalk, and jumped into the passenger seat of my car, grinning at me. I was wearing walking shorts, my hiking boots and a white t-shirt. I had a button down in the back seat."Where are we going" you asked."West... are you wearing what I told you to wear?" knowing of course you were. You nodded, and pulled the neck of your shirt away, trying to let me see down your front. "Sorry, but I can't quite see. You'll just have to take it off."I pulled away from the curb, as you. Linda smiled at me, made goo noises and pulled at my hair. I began to play with Linda and thought all day about what Louise had said. It was foreign to me to consider being an older sister to someone I had just met, let alone an aunt. However, I could not deny the warm feeling building in my chest.We were in the middle of playing when the phone rang and scared both of us. I was concerned when I answered it and heard...Flashback – Jennifer and Glen – the next dayThere's a knock on the door which. "Well, maybe it wasn't exactly rape," she said."Maybe we should call the cops," I suggested."No. I'll tell you the whole story. I won't leave anything out," she said. "And then you can throw me out because I know I'll disgust you."I should have known by the address, a plain door just down the street. No signs on it or anything. Just a plain door on the side of a plain building."I had taken a cab so I had no choice, I knocked, but nothing happened. Finally I just tried the door, it was unlocked..