She was halfway to the door when he started calling her name, Patience calling his in turn. She stumbled in her heels, the many rounds of beer affecti...g her balance despite her apparent clarity. She knew he was catching up so she kicked off her shoes and rushed for the door. In moments she was free into the night air, heading down the street toward the cab stand. His hand latched around her elbow not thirty feet from the cabs. She stumbled as he spun her to face him but he caught her surely in. “Oh, I can tell. With the sun behind you, you look almost naked.”“Almost, that’s not good enough for a naked breakfast.” And with that, she pulled off her only covering.If I hadn’t been stiff before I was now, and adjusted myself in my boxers. I stood there with a coffee in hand and watched, as she walked with a sexy strut over, took my coffee from me, sat at the breakfast bar, and sipped. “Yuk. This needs more sugar.”“That’s because it was made for me, not my coffee stealing neighbor.” I said. He drove over to the Home Depot store that was a few miles away and purchased what he needed to complete these tasks.Ed considered himself to be quite handy in doing the necessary repairs and improvements around his home and had a large selection of tools to do those tasks. He had made it a point to bring all his tools with him in making this move.On the way back to his townhome he stopped by the dining room and picked up his dinner from last night which he found labeled for him in a large. Meanwhile, Jones was taking two and three stairs at a time to try to catch the photographer. When he was only five steps form the second floor hallway, he saw the photographer. He leapt forward, arms outstretched, reaching for the running man . . . And missed him completely, landing clumsily at the top of the stairs. Jones turned and looked up at the photographer, who was still running, to get a better look at him. He was wearing a black biker jacket, a pair of ratty blue jeans, and black.