He made his way downstairs in only his pajama pants. When he opened the door, Farrah was standing on the porch.“Jenny, what a surprise! Come in, p...ease. How did you know where I live?” Joseph asked.Ignoring his question, Farrah walked in and closed the door behind her. “I've been thinking all night, and I've come to talk with you, Joseph. I need to ask you a question.”“What's that, honey? What's wrong?”Jenny said nothing. She simply walked up to Joseph and put her arms around him. He. Ok, Michael, it's a deal!" she said with an evil grin at Vicky.She handed me her plate of pasta and I quickly shovelled some of it onto a side plate and handed it back to her. I quickly had a forkful of pasta before Vicky could argue."Hey, you can't steal my boyfriend with a plate of pasta Becky!" Vicky said."Too late you old hag!" Becky said. "He ate some so the deal's done. Come here and give me a kiss my new boyfriend."I looked at Vicky and tried not to burst out laughing as I said "Sorry. In the corner was a small desk with an old typewriter and a large pile of papers, obviously a manuscript. A sheet of paper was in the typewriter and I wondered if he was writing a book. Next to the manuscript was an open spiral notebook with a pen laying on it. Above the desk was a photograph of a young man wearing a marine uniform. That must be his son, I thought before turning back to the old man. He cleared some magazines from a wooden kitchen chair with red leather on the seat and pulled. This would have to do for the night. In my head I started to formulate a plan of our activities for the next few hours then I made my preparations. I had pulled the sheets from the extra bed in the room and twisted them around and tied a knot at each end, rummaged through her purse and pulled her small vibrator out, open the sliding door that led onto the room's balcony, shut the air conditioner off so the room warmed, turned the lights on and flipped through the listings of the television. By.