No, I'm not seeing it. Not seeing it at all."Lester Dane shook his head. "Am I missing something, Carolyn?" No," his wife said squinting her eyes. ...You going to have to help us,sweetie, what are we looking for." The name Roy doesn't mean anything to you? Roy Dane?" That's your grandfather's name, princess. You know that." Her fatherwas confused."You didn't name ME that? That's not MY name?" Roy pleaded."Roy's a boy's name, sweetheart," Lester stated. "Your name is Roxy.Roxy Dane." Oh. As the door to the elevator closed, his hand slid down and inside her blouse, cupping her right breast. Deftly he slid the material of the blouse and bra from her breast, exposing it to the leering eyes of the strange males. She was going to say something, but she was stopped by Les who now frenched her, his right hand unfastening and tugging the blouse from her waist. He now slipped her left breast from the lacy confines of her bra, he then bent over and began to slurp at her rosy, erect. Lunch done, Karen said her goodbyes and left us in no doubt she was expecting more on her return.The rest of the day was lazy, we played esports, as the next week was a break no assignments needed finishing, Grandma fell asleep, Mom did the household stuff and checked in every hour with snacks.The weather turned cold and wet and the rain lashed down. Grandma decided to stay, Mom asked if we were OK, she apparently had an early start and needed to get some rest, Sure no worries we said a little. ..It's the first time the eyes meet, she notices the boy's dark blue eyes, must be a little over thirty, maybe the age of her second c***d.- You can call me Rodolfo.- May I?!- You may.- Do you have another name?- Everyone here has another name. Here we live a fantasy, we create a fantasy. Your fantasy...He laughs again, a safe, soft laugh. She gets delighted, excited.- I wanted tô look more beautiful, more... Lovely.- You are beautiful.- No, you just want tô please me.- That it, if you knew.