“That’s what Mason’s note said. It seems like the most likely scenario.” Veronyka answered.“Fucker better hope we don’t cross paths again....And you!” John smiled grimly. “No more making me let assholes live.”Veronyka laughed. “You think his replacement would’ve been any better?”“Bah, probably not.” He acknowledged.“We’re here.” She turned into a driveway. “Uh, how do we open the garage door?”John crawled to the front and looked out.“That keypad right there.” He pointed to one mounted on the. She straightened up smoothed down her skirt and walked toward the lifts.Charles shook himself out of his trance and jumped out of the car. He walked towards the lifts and caught up with the women as she pressed the call button for the lift, she turned and looked at him. Charles smiled, “Hello do you live here?” he asked by way of a conversation starter. Clearly suspicious she nodded and said, “Yes”“My names Charles. We have just moved into the apartment on the third floor.”The women looked at. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, he stared lustfully as my big DDs swung into place and jiggled in front of his face.He stared at my breasts for a few seconds before saying, “I think that Marion’s tits were just as big as yours at the same age.”His comments were turning me on, and I wondered what he would do next. I thought he only planned to look at my breasts, but he moved his left hand over and tenderly cupped and weighed each breast in his hand. It was a somehow special and electric feeling. ..that is...we...something weird happened." Lookingback and forth between Mindy and Mrs. Kimbel, Patrick couldn't tell anydifference between them beneath the neck; save for Mrs. Kimbel's angryfoot apart arms crossed stance."Well...what happened?!?" Mrs. Kimbel asked impatiently.Patrick cocked his head in confusion. "Um, Mrs. Kimbel...are you feelingokay? I mean, is everything...normal?" he asked.The woman gave him an impatient stare. "I feel fine. Just fine. Exceptfor having to deal with the.