For her, I could get used to them again. I smiled inappropriately at my inner joke. ‘I’m serious. I don’t want anyone hurt.’ I lost my smile f...r her sake. She was only aware of the hermit artist. She didn’t know the rest of me. I let it go for now. We both weren’t ready to exchange the full truth. ‘No one is going to find you here,’ I offered. Hell, few people even knew how to find me. My phone rang as if to prove me wrong. I let go of Amber’s hand and answered. It was the Andersons wondering. "Like some coffee?" Please... no cream." Head bothering you?', Sharon asked solicitously. Ron nodded, passing a hand in front of his bloodshot eyes, then looked up to where his wife was busying herself pouring coffee and orange juice. Her face was scrubbed and shining, her dress neat and freshly ironed."You got dressed early this morning," he said simply."Yes, I did. I've got a lot of things to do this morning, and I thought I'd get an early start." She smiled again as she brought the tray with. "My neighbors." She raised her eyes toward the ceiling.Randi's beautiful face fell. "I forgot. But they must have heard us the first time."Laura shook her head again. "It was before they moved in. There was a deaf old lady who lived there." "I wish she were back."Randi began to unbutton her red silk blouse, which was the beginning of the end for Laura. The sight of the edge of the girl's black lacy bra caused warm fuck-juice to flow into Laura's cunt. Randi knew the effect she had. She probably. "What do you mean?" she stammered."Well, how would you feel if i kissed you? Would that be okay?" I heard myself say, slightly surprising myself at my forwardness. Having blurted out my request I waited breathlessly for her answer.She simply raised her face and, with a look almost of awe, dumbly nodded yes, closing her eyes and bringing her lips up to mine. With tripping heart and quivering body I moved in and accepted her invitation and her luscious lips met with mine. The moment was magical.