Kinny smelled sex. Urine. Musty, stale. Just as dustyin here as it had been under the stairs. Kinny held the door open andstepped into the room. A mat...ress. Stained. Girl clothes strewn about.It reminded him of his workstation upstairs. A box. Looked like it heldclothes and shoes. Another box was half-filled with old sensie chips.Kinny looked around the corner into the shower room. He wobbled in hisheels and let go of the door for a moment.It clicked shut.Where was the key, where was the key.. ''Oh Jenn.' he groaned 'How did he know to phone on a Thursday?''He didn't to start with, he phoned one Thursday to speak to you but Itold him you always went out on a Thursday evening.'Steve was becoming more and more despondent 'What do you talk about?'I giggled 'Me mainly and how much he wants to see me again.'Steve seemed to screw up his resolve as he said quite forcibly 'And whatdid he say when you said no.''I don't know.'Once again I had this marvellous feeling of power as Steve wrestled. The next time I watched her bathe she faced the door while washing her pussy. She put in two fingers and fucked herself. She was looking straight at the door as if she knew I was watching. Dad had to leave town that weekend for a job. I went to a movie. When I returned she was sitting on the couch. She appeared to be drunk again. Her robe was up over her crotch and her pussy was showing. I sat down across from her and stared at her pussy for a few minutes while massaging my cock through my. I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, actually. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic.