I quickly stow away my giddy smile at the familiar sound of him entering the house as I feign work scrubbing away at the kitchen floor. When he enters...the room and sees me there on the floor, in nothing but this apron and my heels, on all fours ass up in the air, he stops dead in his tracks and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “What are you up to Babe?” he says inquisitively. “Oh just a little light cleaning.” I fib. He steps forward until he’s right in front of me standing over me. The iron strong box with a sturdy lock and well hidden in her carriage was about the best solution she could think of to protect her money. She kept $50 out for working cash and wrapped the rest of her money in a cloth bag tightly enough so that it wouldn't rattle in the box. She left Wilkerson, headed south to Texas, before daylight one morning.The first part of her trip was very pleasant, since the weather was cool enough that she didn't break a sweat as the sun grew higher. She did stop and. She knew exactly what she was doing, and then of all things she started a conversation with her mum about her tights saying how glossy and sheer the tights she had on were, she told her mum how soft they felt to wear saying to her mum to touch them to see, this was too much for me.Then her daughter turned to me and asked if when I saw her at first I thought she had had tights on or not as they were really natural nude in colour and almost invisible, I stuttered "err! I hadn't noticed" thats. Since he moved to the same state as her, he only saw her twice at the holidays. He’d always thought she was a little weird but she was nice enough. When moving day finally came around Rob only saw Cheryl four or five times as he brought his stuff to the basement. He was impressed how despite her obvious issues with people she was still beautiful for her age looked like she kept herself fit. She more or less looked the same as she did the last time Rob had seen her a couple years ago. The first.