“The stuff doesn’t grow wild here. Somebody planted them. And that somebody is going to be pretty upset if he knows you found them.”“Why?” I...ask. “I only take part of one, and if is as you say I will take no more.”She holds up her hand to me. “It isn’t that you took one, it’s that you know they’re there at all. People even kill other people today over that kind of thing.”“Kill?“ I say in disbelief. “For plant?““Not for the plant itself, but so they won’t be discovered to have it. For twenty or. Come and get it."That was the first night Pat spent in the spare bedroom at Mike's house. It would prove to be anything but the last. Over the next few months she became a fixture at the Gibson home. As partners they had the same work schedule so they began to fall into a routine of when the four of them went out to eat, what night was movie night and when they simply all sprawled around the house together. Pat became the older sister the girls had always dreamed of, the person they could share. I also remember this really hot guy who came over very early in the morning, two days before my parents had gotten home. He came in a black jogging suit and looked very slick, wearing a pair of shades as the sun was just coming up. He didn’t take them off either. He came in and sat in my father’s chair in the living room and pulled the jogging pants and his boxer shorts down to expose his somewhat dark, hairy cock. He was very much Italian, with his olive complexion and the hair on his. It was dead easy to sort as there was no lens in it.She was with a younger girl about 20 or so the lady would have been in her 40s id guess, Aunt and niece i found out later. i though the shop owner might have had a lens or two so agreed to see if i could find one to fit. They told me they were doing a night class in photography and trying to get some equipment as cheap as they could. As it happened i did get them sorted out and that was it.It must have been a month or so later and the younger.