Somewhere between the eighth and ninth floor, the elevator came to an abrupt stop and started making a strange low pitched humming sound. Around the s...me time, the elevator lights dimmed to about half power and stayed that way even after the humming sound subsided. Whatever the power problem was, it messed up the elevator phone, too. The phone was dead when I picked up the receiver to make a call for help. The red "Press for Emergency Only" button didn't seem to work either when Amy pressed. I decided that soldiering could wait especially since Howe wasn't doing anything threatening.At first it was mainly odd jobs in the house, mending furniture and patching rotted boards and such, but then we went to the outbuildings and got down to some more serious sawing and building. I measured twice and cut once as I had been taught and missed few opportunities to chat up the women. Jean was the wife, a full-bodied, dark-haired hussy only about five feet high, and Georgia was the slim. “Everything alright?” she asked.“I’m great,” I said, “This video has about ten more minutes to it.”She nodded and patted my thigh as I took my seat.My hard-on was back as big as ever as soon as she touched me.As the video wound down to its conclusion, I felt her hand creeping toward the bulge in my pants. Then she softly gripped it and looked at me with a big smile.“Do you mind?” she asked sweetly.I gulped and shook my head. My eyes were wide and my mouth was hanging open. Her grin broadened. She said no, she would never think that. The next weekend, I decided to make an unannounced visit. She lived in an apartment near by, so I stopped by and found her by the pool. She was in a simple one-piece bathing suit. When she saw me, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. We walked back to her apartment and sat down in the living room. I asked her if she was sure the story didn't upset her and said I would stop sending her anything like that if she wanted. She just stared at.