Unable to muster the energy to shave my facial stubble, unpack, or even eat, I toweled off and passed out on my bed.I slept like the dead. It was rare...and wonderful. Until about 2:30 in the morning.Awakening to the vibrations of nearby music, my stomach growled in tandem, refusing me further rest. I groaned, laying on my mattress that sat directly on the floor."Fucking hell." So much for quiet neighbors.I pulled on gray sweatpants and got to my feet, turning on the dim light bulb that hung. He was older than her mom - about fifty, and he wasn't very nice. He treated Lexi like a kid, but she also noticed him checking her out, especially when she wore a crop top, or her bikini top, which she sometimes wore around the house in the summer, when school was out. Lexi knew she was attracting more attention, as she had grown another couple inches taller, and was now about five-foot-eight-inches, with long legs, topped by a cute tight ass, and tits that had begun to grow almost straight. Chinese was my favorite takeout on a Friday night. I pinched a mouth full of noodles with my chopsticks and stuffed my face. I was very aware of his leg pressed against mine. We ate and watched the game, chatted about our favorite players and fought over the last egg roll. I pushed him sideways and grabbed for the treat. Before I could reach it, he pushed me aside and grabbed it. Not to be outdone, I reached for the box, knocking it from his hand. Tumbling onto his lap, the box spilled its. * * * As Lorraine drove home, she didn’t notice the black SUV that had followed her all the way from the café. She also didn’t see the vehicle as it parked a block away from her apartment building. She went inside. She got to the club early and helped her friends set up their equipment and do the sound check. It was another hole-in-the-wall bar in Oakland that had a tiny stage, like countless other places they had played at. Steve arrived shortly thereafter, and hung out with her and her band.