I know you do too…indeed!Oh, my Viking Gladiator!He’s such a b**st! He’s such an a****l! Wow!I tied her up to that bedpost. She’s going nowher...!Sucking on her click so methodically indeed,With two fingers pressing on that precious G spot.I put that other finger there. Yes! There! That one!As she squirted and sprayed that nectar I so cherish,I started nibbling on that bridge from the, “B” to the, “P”!Placing a clothespin on her girly clit with immense pleasure,While I shoved three ice cubes deep. Then the screen jumped and we were back to the old man in the garden. I reversed the DVD and slowed it where it jumped. There was something odd about the segue - I called my Geek.Every P.I. in the twenty-first century employed a techno Geek. Mine wasn’t a spotty college whiz kid you threw a few bucks at to perform miracles. No, mine was a fort-five-year-old Russian called Dmitri Premagenev, or ‘Prema’ for short. A bald, bear of a man—a bit-part actor, a gypsy troubadour. Part insane, part. “Why?”“We’re looking for a better place to live, you know, Ashley, Lynn, Helen and I. Our building super is a nosy asshole and is constantly bugging us about things. If we knew what you’re asking for, we could discuss a buy-out. You know, save you the realtor.”Trudy looked at Helen. “When did that idea come up?”Helen looked at Danny first and then at her grandmother. “About fifty seconds ago? I don’t know. Danny?”“It’s over a minute by now,” he grinned. “Look, it’s just an idea. I’d have to. Then she released me; I stayed on my knees trying to catch my breath."Are you ready to continue?"She put me into several other holds, each designed to make me submit. She picked me up into a front bear hug, her hands in the small of my back her head tucked in under my chin. After that she got behind me, worked her powerful arms under my arms, her hands locked together at the back of my neck."This hold, the full nelson, is more about control than about getting you to submit; although I have.