None of us uttered a word during the short ride to his apartment. It was on the first floor, I stood beside him as he unlocked his door, feeling like ... girl nervous before her first fuck. He made me enter first and quickly bolted the door, I could never forget that sound, it was the sound of my submission to lust.I was stopped by him in middle of my thoughts, he forcefully pressed his body against mine, he pinned me to the wall and started kissing my neck, he started getting closer to my lips. He knows he can't climb the tall fence without getting hurt and bruised and some one would likely see him. It dawns on Mark that he'd have to go through old "Dirty Larry's" backyard to get to his own backyard. Larry Hussein is Mark's reclusive greasy fifty-something year-old single neighbor from Pakistan. The Arab moved in next door three years ago and the all-white suburban neighborhood knows little about him. The teen and his buddies had nicknamed him "Dirty Larry" not only because the man is. If he has that kind of com spoofing and frequency switching, he may be checking us. Hold on" and ducked out of the room.Maeve went to the NCO who ran the com. "If anyone queries the location of this com, what will they get?" The ID of this field unit," she replied."Can you change it to the same one we were using at Headquarters?" Sure, but it's against regulations." Do it; then ask Xing to okay it." Right."When she returned to the room, Pru said, "That went well." When you've been a sergeant. But I'll miss them."But then I remembered the conversation between dad and Cal before we left his house yesterday. "Wait a minute! Didn't you talk about returning to Cal's house? He's nearly as bad as Toby!" Your mother and I may return. I have reservation about taking you girls back there."I explained what he already knows. "Dad, you know what it's like for us. I know you do. If someone else doesn't come along to fill the void, we'll start craving another trip back to Cal's house. It's rough.