When we moved in it was the height of summer and we were both keen to catch some sun and get some nice tans so we retreated to the garden and spent ma...y a day out the back getting nice and tanned. Our garden is fairly well hidden from view so privacy is not a problem although one house at the bottom of the garden did have a view point of our sunbathing patio but due to the man that lived in the house being away on business we did not see much of him so felt it was safe to sunbathe in view of. They arrive on time. They are nice enough, but not very chatty. I like chatty.We arrive at the physical therapy place. I am delighted to see D’andre waiting outside for me to arrive. I smile. He always makes me feel good. He helps the ride service person unload me and he takes position behind my chair pushing me to the therapy room.“How are you today, Sunshine?” D’andre asks.“Better now that I see your smiling face.”“Wonderful! Let’s get you through the therapy today, then I was going to push. Turner races to the bedroom door in time to see a team of armed policeofficers swarm inside.They spot Turner immediately."OH SHIT!!" The criminal pushes his girlfriend out of the way andimmediately makes a run for it.The cops begin sprinting after him.Turner literally throws himself out a window.Tumbles painfully on the ground in the backyard of the house.He picks himself up.And bolts toward a line of trees behind the house.The officers, while fast, are no match for the speed of a man. Stopping and opening the doors I turned around pecked him on the cheek, noticing the tent in his trousers, and wiggled my way off the bus blowing him a kiss. “Bye sweetie thanks for the ride” I simpered “Can I have your number?” “Find me again and you can, here’s a clue I ride your bus every morning” and giggled and walked off down the road to meet my best friend, my wingman if you like. Becky was still a virgin as well and no interest in changing this fact, an excellent person to take out.