Are my neighbors," I said."And just how much experience have you had?" he asked."This is my first job," I said."That's not what I meant," he said.Oh c...ap."Well, the answer's the same. Basically none. Well... ah... not basically. Totally."He smiled. "That's freakin'..." he smiled wider. "Precious." It would be unprofessional to curse at you, right?" No offense meant." None taken." It was hard to get upset when his tone was so obviously happy and amused. And I was so... alive."Listen, if you. "So you want us to drop you at the house?" asked Cherie."NO, I don't want either of you even NEAR that house. I'll drop the two of you at Marissa's and drive on out myself."Cherie and Marissa shot glances at each other but said nothing to further upset Lynette.It was dark when Lynette pulled into Marissa's driveway."Now just stay here. I'll be back as soon as I'm done." Okay, Mom," said Cherie as she and Marisa climbed out and shut the door of the car.Without another word Lynette roared off."We. I'll see you on Monday, you can write up what you did or didn't find and we'll wait for the devices. They're due in on Wednesday."Stan went home and spent a simple weekend doing household chores and relaxing. On Sunday morning he woke up to blazing sunshine and high temperatures, so he decided to walk into town and idle-away some time there. It was a leisurely half-hour walk, most of the way shaded by the trees planted along The Avenue, the main road from his area towards the High Street.He had. I had a good sex life thanks to Squirt and Gaydar and I could always supplement my over active imagination with the stories on Nifty, never dreaming I would ever get the opportunity to actually indulge in a little boy loving of my own. I was happy though and my regular fill of the stories was enough to bring me to a very nice orgasm with the thoughts of a fresh virgin teen in my bed.One Sunday I was out in the garage, dismantling the rear end of a 1963 Ford Anglia. My house was an old Victorian.