She recognized the block and stairs.She wasn't sure which number though. She did remember that ten or twenty or thirty years before her eldest br0ther... Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown. Lyn and I had only had some playful feels of each other, but she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends that we had sex with. How to make mom horny was what we talked about that afternoon. Mom would never watch porn so that was out. Lyn suggested we could put on a show for her then. Lyn would dress in tiny tops and shorts, and I would wear tiny under wear and we would purposely parade in front of her. This was the beginning of our attempt to make mom sexually aroused. A simple thing to do to. Later, as I sat at my desk at work, it occurred to me that I had pretty much challenged that asshole, Jack, to a gunfight. Now that I had cooled off, I could see no upside to a duel to the death with some dumb fuck. I had to get out of it. That is if the asshole was going to have the balls to show up with a gun.I left work early and went to the street where Jack lived. His car was in the driveway. It appeared that he took the day off. Around five, I saw him walk out of his house. He had a large. She said looking at me with an exaggerated sight.Wheres John? She said looking around.Oh, he went to the store to pick up a few things to eat and mix with the liquor. I said as I walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and peered inside looking for something to drink. I grabbed a can of soda and walked back in the dining room as I took a drink.Where are Brit and Jaz? I asked as I set my can on the table.Oh, they won't be here till like 6 or 7. She said with a giggle.I pulled out my phone.