After another hour, JD started pointing out local sights. Finally, he slowed to a crawl near a mailbox."Open that, honey, an' see if'n the mail's come...in yet." You're becoming more and more southern as we drive, you know. And who's mail is this I'm stealing, anyway?" Ours. We's here." He turned on to a dirt road hidden along the tree-lined highway and suddenly they were there.The house it's self was a four story anti-bellum beauty with well-kept porches and delicately painted trim. A few bushes. The back of the building, where the garage door is, is in good shape. The garage door is made of heavy gauge steel and was designed and installed as a security door to begin with. Short of using explosives no one is getting in that way, but to be safe we will put two men there as well. The second, third, and fourth floors are good all that needs to be done there is drape the windows as we will do on the first floor and they will be fine.The last weak spot is on the north end of the building. As. I know what being a lesbian is, as I have kissed other girls and slept nude with my friends, and have on occasions, let them lie atop of me, our legs in particular entwined, as we hold our bottoms, soft and plumpish, it does feel nice and warm.I suppose holding the Cello there reminds me of my friends, it has become my lover, and sometimes I wish it had a penis, so I could mate properly with it, when I perform on stage in front of hundreds, after all, I never wear knickers, sitting in my white. “Jenna Thompson,” I remarked, “I like the name Jenna. Can I call you Jenna?” “Sir, yes sir,” she replied. “Jenna,” I remarked, looking her straight in her dark brown eyes, “Would you like to take a shower with me?” “Sir ... yes ... sir,” she replied softly. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.” “I would have no problems in sharing a shower with you,” she replied. “I’m not stupid.” I unbuttoned the four buttons of her BDU.