"Tell me your number." I ordered as I took out my wireless phone."555-5436" She said after a short pause.After that I walked away."It's Ashley." She c...lled back at me."What is?" I asked angrily."M-my name." she stammered back."I didnt ask you for that." I said dismissively.Later I stood in the laundry mat watching the clothes spin and wondered how such strange events always seem to happen to me. I had learned years ago to just roll with it and do what ever comes to mind while the event plays. Jasmine looked to be about 5'5", she had long, flowing black hair and icy blue eyes. Her breasts were perfect to me. They looked to be about a C cup, round, and with hard nipples. I could tell because the material she wore was a sheer black. I could barely make out a hint of skin and the outline of her nipples. It was like a belly dancer's outfit, but with much less fabric.She didn't make a move towards me. Jasmine just sat on the couch across from, lifting one leg so that I could see up her. I woke up about three to movement in the hallway. At first, I thought it was Marsha making her way out to the living room to drag me back to bed. The kitchen microwave clocked blinked “3:07am”The figure was Maria. She silently made her way, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties towards the kitchen. I watched as she opened the refrigerator and took out a gallon container of milk. She uncapped it and drank straight from the container, something I liked to do but could never seemingly get away. But on Thursday for a year or more she got to go out with her girlfriends. She had joined a Bridge Club. She wasn’t all that good with cards but neither was I. One day I asked her a few questions that she could not answer. That got me curious. So I followed her.Mom would go to the same house every week. It wasn’t that far away and I could easily stay close enough to follow her on my bicycle. She would park along the street and then walk to the front door and just let herself in.The first week I.