" Jen informed me."I guess I better get hustling around looking for a new place to live." I suggested."That would seem to be a good idea," Jen agreed....So, I have two weeks?' I asked."Two weeks from today, if you don't find a place by then, you will have to move into the street. Cheryl needs it for the women's shelter."I took a ride downtown that very afternoon. I checked out all the abandoned buildings. I had an idea where I wanted to live next. I found an older buildings that I liked. Highest. She was dressed for theevening and impeccably so. Her blond hair was piled up in a complexstyle and her pretty face was made up exquisitely. Her dainty hands hadmanicured nails in pink. Her dress was low cut showing impressivebreasts. Her long legs below her sparkly dress terminated in patentleather black high heels."I am Mike Danes," he said, offering his hand.She took it in hers and squeezed it slightly in response. Her smilecould melt an iceberg. She said "Geraldine Pettiford. Call me. She was always alone when she came in and never really seemed to shop for anything in particular. The young mother’s that came in with k**s seemed to have a plan and got right to it. Giggly school girls would head for the CD’s or make-up and generally made so much noise that you always knew where the were in the store. But this little slut seemed to have picked me to torture and that seemed like the only reason she was in the store. I got to the back of the store and quickly moved away from the. The two Fathers had a more difficult time as they had to stand up, find their pants and put them on. This was particularly difficult for Uncle Tom, as he had a raging hard-on! It seems that Kayla’s mom was still stroking Uncle Tom’s manhood, as the four teens walked in.“Jesus! Would everyone relax for just a minute” Kayla said, causing the adults to turn and look at her.“Look, we saw what you were doing before . . .”“When? What did you see” their Aunt Christy interrupted Kayla in.