She said, "No, I'm ok, Just rest. There is an old radio in the other room."I found the old hexagonal Atwater Kent radio and turned it on. In a moment,...after the tubes heated up, I selected a popular music station. Laura was humming to herself while she prepared the meal. It seemed that she enjoyed doing this. My previous wife had been the same way, so I did not read too much into it.I looked around her small apartment. The furnishings were old and seemed to have been picked with care. They were. She’s apparently seventeen, and the biggest tease. She knows she’s hot, and lets everyone know it. I can’t help but like her, knowing I was the same just a few short years ago. Maybe she’ll become an escort also. I giggle to myself knowing it’s unlikely. My day is uneventful, I mostly do house cleaning, and I do my work out in my home gym. I’m not a big fan of going to public gyms. I even text with a few people, including Gina who is still glowing from last night’s events. It pleases me she is. I must explain the geography. The door was not in the front, but at the side, a little way down the driveway. There were five or six steps up to the front door from the driveway. The lady, who appeared to me to be fortyish, well-dressed and reasonably attractive, had knocked quite authoritatively, and retreated back to the driveway, where she stood, a package on the ground by her side, and pen and booklet in hand."I'm sorry to catch you at an inconvenient time, but would Mrs. H happen to be. With Frank, she never woke up alone. Most of the time, anyway."Well, we could paint targets on your boobs," Frank joked."Just don't shoot me in the head or the heart," Tanya burst out, suddenly nervous. "Even the space girls can't take that."She hopped off the bed, hoping that her movement toward the door would get Frank moving faster. She didn't like the term 'vampire'. She preferred her own 'space girl' term to describe the alien species that included Béla and her sisters."What's that?" Frank.