If nothing else, they can at least make sure that nobody is dipping their hand into the cookie jar. My cookie jar. They control the trust, but I don�...t how that is affected by my parents ... Well, they need to know.”I nodded. It made sense.“Are you going to tell them where you are?” I asked. “I mean, if the police are looking for you as a mental patient escaped from an asylum, wouldn’t they be required to inform them? I don’t know how it works here in America.”She bit her lip. “Yeah, I suppose. So fast forward. We're at her apartment off base and I'm very drunk. So were a few other people. THey had already crashed on the couch and other chairs so I fell asleep on the floor. Dee was in her bedroom with some "company". No big deal.Around 1:30am or so Dee comes out and wakes me up. She's wearing just a short satin robe. Nice ass. Leads me by thte hand back to her bedroom. There' a guy using the master bath and another guy waiting to use it. I made an assumption that she'd used up both of. I heard a quiet humming sound and noticed that there was a new garage door and it was lifting up from the ground. When it got high enough to see inside, I saw Alex with a remote in his hand."Hi, Jill. Mary"We both said Hi back to him."That door looks good, Alex." Thanks, Jill. At least it matches the rest of the garage now. Pretty soon the house will, too."He pointed over at the front of the house. The whole thing was gray with white trim, just like the garage. I saw the edge of the scaffold. I felt a sharp twinge of jealousy, then a deep stirring in my thighs as the woman crooned loudly over Eagles, she opened up her own dress and pale breasts sprang out to be eagerly suckled by her man. Entranced by the scene I only slowly became aware that the other cars in the park were quietly opening and men were getting out. There was only one an in each and they gathered in a loose little circle about the car with the couple. I kept in the dark of the shelter, scared by the silent group, it.