Mr Calvert came out of his office still in his running shorts but no socks or top on. "That was kind of you he said". "Helping Matthew, and staying wi...h him". He put his arm around my waist, held the back of my head and kissed me there in the chaining room. He stopped but I kissed him back. He was an amazing kisser and I didn't want it to stop. "We shouldn't do this" I said. "You can get into serious trouble" but he just looked at me and kissed me again. "Into my office, bring your clothes. He was known to be a prude and very conservative, she had no idea why hewould be here.She soon found out.With no preamble whatsoever he pushed Michele against the wall and pawedat her whilst slavering at her face, his hand was under her dress gropingher stocking-tops and panties; his lips pressed against hers as he triedto force his tongue in her mouth.Michele struggled and nearly fell over as her high-heels skittered on thepolished floor. She wriggled and tried to extricate herself from. Where do I sign?” In a split second Bo pounced through the door and the three of them toppled into the foyer. Bo had placed a rag full of a chemical inhalant over Betsy’s mouth and nose and she was out cold. They quickly closed the front door, looked around them and carried Betsy to the couch in the den. They but a zip tie around her wrists and ankles and immediately proceed to case the house. They heard M voice obviously on the phone in her room. They whispered to each other than instead of. "For the next half hour or so, we were entertained much better than if they had left the TV on.He's just one of those mysterious shadowy types that come through this place now and then. This town is full of guys like him and they all think they're mighty wise, I thought. A couple of days, or a week at the most—he'll be moving on.Well... , turned out he and I had something in common. Like me, this guy was crazy about the old pop ballads from the '30's and 40's. A couple days later, he dropped by.