The poor? A lot of them already gone, others living in shelters.Misty lived in the Marina, posh these days. It was on the Bay, built mostly on landfil... in the 1920s. She rented the upstairs of a duplex on Francisco Street, just a block away from the restaurant / shopping mecca, Chestnut Street.She was relatively easy to keep track of, since she didn’t drive. I spent seven unproductive nights following her around the Marina. She spent one night in the Mission District with a fellow Nelson. I decided to contact her as soon as I would get back to Paris.Something else we did when we returned to Paris was to put into action a plan we had worked out during our stay on Corsica.My Masters had noticed how much I liked being naked in front of strangers. I had been naked throughout my stay at Sainte Jacqueline and now I spent two weeks in the nudist resort without ever wearing a stitch. There were a few single men who had gone there looking for some adventure and I enjoyed it tremendously. "It gives us time to THINK." We still have practical day-to-day issues to address. Felicity's place will be unoccupied for months, we'll have to work with the neighbours and a lawn-mowing service so that the place gets checked every day, looks lived-in, the mail gets collected, lights on a variable timer, that sort of thing." Grandpa Watson looked a little overwhelmed."If we're not yet exhausted, we can go over to our place, I'll throw some steaks on the barbecue, the kids can get in a swim. ” The praise did wonders for Tess’s inhibition. She looked down at it, then back up at Kat.“Okay, so I’ve got some really good lotion, some thick shaving cream, and a new razor. That hair’s gonna melt off of you no problem.” She applied some lotion to her hands.“Ready?” Kat asked. Tess nodded once more. “Okay, here we go.”Kat leaned in and rubbed the lotion from the top of Tess’s slit down her lips and just to her taint. She went back and smoothed it into the skin. Tess was trying her.