Belinda wondered if he might be some elderly relative; left to mind the store while the owner was out.“Are you the owner sir?”He bowed.“Daniel K...spar Abramowitz at your service. Call me Kaspar.”His voice was strange; mellow and warm behind his New York accent. He smiled and Belinda saw a wily twinkle in his eye.“Nice to meet you Kaspar.”“Now, what can I do for you young lady.”Belinda took the violin out of the plastic bag and placed it on the counter.“I’d like you to look at this violin and. She was sure she looked rather disheveled upon entering the store, having just finished screwing the hell out of her neighbor, but if she did, none of the clerks at the pharmacy seemed to care.She picked up an electric beard trimmer, just as Jess had suggested. Eyeing the rack next to it, she grabbed a disposable razor kit as well. She wasn’t sure if she was confident enough to shave Brent with the blade yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to have it. She picked up a few of the blades she used to shave. It was good and fresh, and I began to shake off my sleepiness."Your aunt Jean is doing well and says hello," said mom."What made you phone her?" I asked."You know I always call her on the weekend," replied mom. "It was just a general catch up chat."Mom and her sister Jean, who was a couple of years older than mom, were quite close and spoke regularly. Aunt Jean lived on the West Coast, but she and mom would speak on the phone regularly -- at least once or twice a week, and also visit each other. They kissed and Lucy wanted more.“So, Mr Postman. Is that it or are you going do that again?”“Yeah, sounds about right, but I want you to change into another one of your outfits. How many have you got?”“Oh, right. Well, I have another two dresses and three basques. Shall I change into one for you.”“Too right. I am fucking you with all your new stuff on so off you go. Don’t take too long because I’ve got a hard dick that needs sucking so get a move on, bitch.”Lucy went upstairs and put on her.