I pulled up to the side of the street in front of her house, grabbed my swim gear, got out, locked my car doors, and walked up her driveway. There was...a small sign on the front door that said, "come around the side of the house and join us in the backyard."The crunch of gravel under my feet accompanied me down the side of the house to the backyard. I'd been back there once and had been quite pleased with the landscaping. It was a truly wonderful backyard. That was before the pool had been put. After I had put the bowl in its proper spot, she allowed the not-at-all half-starved cat to go free. He dashed to his bowl.I watched Jenny watch Charlie eat. For the nth time in my writing of this chronicle, she smiled a broad smile. It led me to believe that she, too, enjoyed, the simple pleasure of watching a cat eat. Just I enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching her smile. Just as Charlie apparently enjoyed the simple pleasure of a spoonful of canned catfood, but no where near as quickly.He. It went quiet behind me. It was worse than the sounds of his fumbling, but I knew that whatever it was he was searching for had been found.My mouth had gone dry despite the coffee I had shared with Bill only a few minutes ago, but that was in the relative safety of my home. This was a completely different situation. I had some vestige of control in my kitchen, but none while tied to the work bench in my potting shed with this rather lecherous old man standing behind me. My traitorous pussy was. After a few minutes, she did it again... and again.He grinned and warned "Do that again, and turnabout is fair play"They started chatting again, and once again she twisted his nipple. "That's it, my turn," and chased Sylvia out of the kitchen. He caught her in the living room and went for his revenge. She put her arms in front of her breast to block his attempts, both were laughing. Her blocking was ineffective and he got a handful. She squealed in delight as they fell to the floor, wrestling.