First of all, I thank you all for the comments for my last stories.This story is about my next door aunty. Her name is Swati. She was 36 yrs old. She ...as a husband and three children all under 10 yrs. Her hubby work in an insurance company.We lived on the third floor of the building. I started thinking how to get close to her. First thing I did, I started talking to her children and helped them during exams. Swati gave me the attention I wanted. She was under the misconception that i care about. Slowly she nodded and Fletcher grinned.“Take of your clothes” he said in a commanding tone, she complied almost instantly, starting to hastily pull off her black jacket.“Not all at once, slowly” Fletcher ordered sitting down on her desk chair “strip for me”.Valkyrie felt the insides of her legs grow moist, she liked this Fletcher, she sashayed her hips and took off her jacket, pushing her chest forward as she done so dropping it to the floor, she crossed her arms and pulled the hem of her tunic. "Papa Bear looked up, surprised. "NO! I don't hate you, of course not. I just..." he trailed off."Don't worry about it." What do you mean?" Just what I said. Don't worry about it." He got up and tossed his trash in the barrel, leaving Papa Bear wondering exactly what he was going to do.Warren got back to his room, and thought about what had just happened. He had pretended he was enjoying what he was doing, and on one level he was. He pretended it was harmless, and it probably had been.This. She failed entirely to blow."Damned dog never comes when I call him." She commented.Jon was trying desperately not to laugh now."What was that supposed to be?" He asked."A silent whistle. The guy I bought him from said he responds to a silent whistle, one beyond the hearing range of humans." There was a certain kind of innocence about her answer that nearly creased Jon."Seems it's beyond the hearing of your dog too." He couldn't help it any longer, he laughed out loud."You really are blonde.