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   Copyright 2003, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, May 07, 2003

   Story codes: M/f con

   Story intro: Don continues his role as a new landlord.  The story is
fraught with twists and turns, as the white elephant of a run-down building
becomes a rose.  Of course he has time for many young lovers as well.



   What A Neighborhood

   Part 2 of 6

   Another story by

   Jack Spratt

   Author's Note: This is actually a continuation of 'What A Neighborhood'.
If you haven't read it, or you've forgotten what happened, I suggest you do
to get background about the meeting between Don, Nia and Mia.

   **********************************************************



   My life really took a turn for the better since I moved into and
subsequently bought this apartment building.  Meeting two young girls, Nia
and Mia, has been the best thing that has happened to me.  Nia is ten and
Mia is eleven.  Even at fifty-one, my body tingles every time I think of
them.  They will be here this weekend.  Their mom Janet is still taking
courses to upgrade her education.  The young girls have developed into
perfect lovers.

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   My name is Don Parsons, widower of twelve years.  I live alone, at least
most of the time.  What little family I have lives in different parts of
the country.  The woman I had been living with left one day while I was at
work.  She took everything that wasn't tied down, cleaning out my bank
account too!  Fortunately, it was just an account for household expenses.
My major funds were in my business account.  Thus, renting a large
apartment in this rundown building led me to buy it, as the landlord
suggested, when he was asked to upgrade the Raven's apartment.

   *******************************************************

   My job is going well but has been demanding for the last few weeks, but
life has its rewards.  The renovations to the apartment building are
starting to show vast improvements.  My handyman Abe, and his brother, have
been working hard.  The first floor has been cleaned and instead of the
odor of stale air and garbage when you open the door, you are greeted with
the smell of fresh paint.  There is evidence everywhere that work is being
done.  The front door sports a new locking mechanism for privacy entrance,
which will be activated by magnetic ID cards.  The door has been sanded,
primed and the broken windows have been replaced with tamper resistant
glass.  I haven't seen the cards so I assume it isn't ready for action. 
I'm surprised at the amount of trash that has been removed already, five
large dumpsters and the sixth is nearly full.

   I will have to buy a thank you gift for my lawyer and my accountant.  My
accountant mentioned that there are a number of grants available from the
city and state for renovating rundown apartment buildings in the core for
re-habitation.

   The building inspectors have been here a number of times to ensure I was
actually renovating.  They were surprised at the workmanship and the amount
of money that is being spent to bring the building back to its original
state.  One of them commented.

   "Usually we have people apply for the grants and only spend a small part
of it on the building, especially in this core area.  They rent to anyone
and flip the building to another numbered company.  Nobody really cares
what the buildings look like or if the tenants are happy.  The absentee
landlords have caretakers collecting the rent.  They are looking for a
return on their investments.  In your case you're actually living here."

   "True.  I started as a tenant.  However the opportunity came up so I
bought the building.  I have had a number of inquiries for new tenants.  I
will likely be finalizing my first new rental agreement Friday for the
completed unit on the third floor."

   "Well I wish other landlords would follow your lead Mr.  Parsons.  This
used to be a beautiful neighborhood."

   The grant money continues to flow into the account.



   The Indian couple and their daughters are coming back for a final look
this weekend.  They have immigrated for a better life.  Their two young
daughters are beautiful as their mother.  It has me wondering if I will be
as fortunate with those girls as I am with Nia and Mia.  That wonderful
thought has me tingling.  That will make buying this old building really
worth the investment.  I've decided I'll only rent to families with
daughters.  Even if they turn out to be untouchable, at least they will
brighten up the building.  Young girls usually don't cause the trouble that
boys sometimes get into.

   I met Abe and Adam on the first floor.  Every time I look at the changes
I'm amazed.  With the walls being primed it makes a world of difference.

   "How are things going?"



   "Well it's going.  The four apartments on this floor need to be rewired,
everything is corroded but we can refinish the light fixtures.  The
plumbing is a disaster.  The kitchens and bathrooms all have to be
replaced. I hope you know what you are doing?"

   "Oh yea of little faith.  You will be wondering why you worried when the
building is full of people."

   "Hell, it has been full of people before but none paid the rent.  I
think you're dreaming but it's your money."

   "Speaking of being paid, here is your pay for the last two weeks."

   I give both Abe and Adam their checks.

   "Nobody has ever paid as regularly as you Mr.  Parsons.  I really enjoy
working for you.  Adam's wife says to thank you for hiring him.  This is
the first regular job he has had in years.  There is not much work in this
area and since we don't have a car it's difficult to find employment."

   "Well, there is still much to be done before all the apartments can be
rented.  Who knows?  I may buy the building across the street."

   Abe looks at me in amazement.

   "You are going to lose your shirt on this building, why would you want
to double your losses?"

   Abe has been a pessimist since this project started but you can't fault
his work or honesty.  I have no idea where he gets some of his supplies,
but he provides receipts for everything.  My accountant hasn't complained
so he is satisfied as well.

   "With all of that work you mentioned, when do you think these units will
be ready?"

   "The new windows and frames will be delivered tomorrow.  The sinks and
bathroom fixtures should be installed today.  If we don't have any major
problems, one will be ready to rent by Wednesday of next week.  One is
ready now on the third floor."

   "I noticed the new lock on the entrance door.  When will it go into
operation?"

   "I have arranged for fifty key cards, and more are available if needed.
They will be here by Friday.  You can distribute them to the tenants and I
will activate the lock."

   "Good, the outside bricks need to be sandblasted and then resealed.  Can
you get a quote for the work?"

   "Adam and I can do it.  We can get the scaffolding from a friend." Who
is speaking?

   "Well, once the apartments are completed and the parking area is
secured; make arrangements to clean the outside."

   "As I said before it's your money.  I still think you are crazy."

   One thing about Abe is he tells it like it is.  Maybe that is one of the
reasons many people don't really want to get to know him.  Leaving them to
their work, I return upstairs.  The apartment that is complete on the third
is ready for the Indian family to view Friday night.  Upstairs my lovers
are waiting for me.

   "Hi girls!  What are up too?"

   "Mom has to work late.  We were wondering if you would like to do
something."

   Their something is usually going to bed.  I can sure use the feel of
their soft young bodies against me.  My tired body can use all the soothing
it can get.

   "Come on in.  You know where everything is."

   They both head for the bathroom, moments later the shower is running. 
They are giggling.  When they reappear, all they are wearing is their
birthday suits and big smiles.  What a sight.  Their dark young preteen
bodies are a sight to behold.  No longer virgins, they know how to get me
excited.

   "Hurry up Don.  We don't have that much time.  Mom said she would be
home by nine."

   It's six.  Walking into the bedroom the view is both young girls are on
their backs knees up, their legs spread wide.  Their bald pussies look as
lovely today as the first time I saw them.  Having had the gift of both of
their cherries, I enjoy them even more now.  My young lovers enjoy being
eaten.  Sometimes that is all I do is eat their tight little boxes.  My
cock stands out solid just from the view.  Regardless what happens, I know
one of my young lovers will relieve my tension.  Both Nia and Mia perfected
the art of oral sex and they like their work.  Approaching them I'm in awe
of the view, first kissing Nia's luv lips then Mia's delicate flower. 
Their personal scents always give me a high.  As they get excited their
juice flows.  Drinking from one then the other I soon have my fill and am
rewarded by hearing both of them climax.  Crawling beside them, we snuggle.
Mia grasps my cock then slowly moves down to my hurting tool.  Her touch
feels so good.  Nia is tongue kissing me.  Her small body is on top of me.
This is the way to relieve tension.

   **********************************************************

   When I arrive home the next day there is a message from Mr.  Raja.  He
and the family are still interested and request a viewing of the completed
apartment Friday night.  I call and tell his answering machine it will be
fine and make an appointment for seven.  The girls will be at my apartment
but will have stay out of view until the showing is complete.  I'm looking
forward to this weekend.  On Saturday we are going to the beach.  The girls
have purchased new bikinis that I haven't seen.

   **********************************************************

   There is a very large envelope from my lawyer in my mailbox.  It must be
my legal documents for the purchase.  While enjoying a coffee I review
them. What catches my eye is the survey of the property.  The apartment
building is shown in the front of the property, but I'm surprised to see
that there is another rather large building in the rear of the property.  I
wasn't aware there was another building and the prior owner never mentioned
it.  I look out the window and see trees and bushes in front of the
building, which is the width of the property.  The building appears to be
two stories high.  Since the back area was strewn with junk, old cars and
trash I never thought that building was part of this property obviously the
prior owner didn't either or never considered it worth mentioning.  It
didn't take me long to get to the back of the lot.  The building hasn't
been used for years, which is evident from the trees growing out of the
walkways.  The doors are still intact surprising for this neighborhood.  It
appears they had held up to numerous attempts with hammers and other blunt
objects.  I hope that Abe can open the doors.  I leave a note on the
apartment door they are working on.

   The next day when I arrive home Abe's waiting for me.  I explain what I
want concerning the back building, and get his usual type of response.

   "Why do you want to get into that building?  It has been abandoned for
years."

   "I never realized it was part of this property.  All the doors are
actually locked.  I want you to break into them to find out what it
contains, if anything."

   "Adam.  Come with Mr.  Parsons and me.  Bring your tools."

   We walk back to the first door.  In the daylight the building appears
larger.  Along the front of the building there are four doors, similar to
garage doors, and all are still intact.  Bushes and weeds have taken over
and everything has been over grown with climbing vines.  We go to the first
door, which is just a standard one.  Adam feels it and then looks at us.

   "This door is solid steel.  We can't get into it with our tools.  We are
going to have to cut it with a torch.  The building is solid cement.  Look
at the bars in the windows."

   There are four small windows on the second floor.  They are barred and
screened with heavy metal.  It has me wondering what the hell the building
was built for.

   "Let's go to the back of the building, maybe there is an entrance."

   The back of the building is on the lot line according to the survey. 
The property backs on to an alley.  It is also solid cement covered with
graffiti over graffiti, but no openings.  Just four more small windows
barred and screened on the second floor.  You'd have to be very determined
to get into this building.  The holes in the screens show that someone
attempted numerous times but couldn't budge the bars.  The roof is
corrugated metal of indeterminate age, but is in good shape.  There is some
surface rust but no actual holes.  It's littered with rocks, bricks, broken
bottles, etc.  This really has me curious what the building contains, if
anything.  There must be keys to the unit somewhere.

   "Abe don't get a burner just yet.  There may be keys for this building.
I haven't looked in the prior owner's apartment and I know they left
everything behind.  They only took what they could load in their car."

   "Okay, you know where to find us.  We will be working in the apartment
we hope to have ready for next week."

   The prior owner had dropped off his keys in my mailbox along with a
number of keys for the other apartments that still had locks on the doors.
I hadn't even thought of them since.  As Abe works on the units, new locks
are installed.  The originals were old fashioned and have been replaced
with dead bolts.



   Later when I examine the ring, all keys are the same except for four odd
shaped ones.  The building didn't have any other locked passageways that I
recall.  The basement was open with no doors and full of trash with nothing
left to lock.  Maybe I just got lucky.  Armed with the four keys I head
back to the building in the rear.  The keyholes haven't been damaged
because they are recessed into the metal frame.  The first one slides in
but doesn't work.  I try all four before the last one actually turns with
the use of great force.  I thought the key would break, but it does turn .
. .  reluctantly.  The hinges are very stiff and with an effort the door
creaks open.  There is an old odor, but not of filth.  It's dark inside.  I
feel for a light switch and found a knob on the wall.  Turning it, the room
lights up.  Dust of many years covers everything.  The room must have been
some kind of office with a desk, chair and two old wooden filing cabinets.
There is a door leading to the balance of the building and a staircase
leading up; there is a calendar from a tool company on the wall dated 1971.
No one has been in here for a long time.  It looks as if they had left for
the day and never came back.  There is an invoice for car parts on the desk
dated June 10, 1971.  The file cabinets are full of neatly filed invoices
and accounting records for Dave's Auto Repair.  Everything is dated 1971 or
earlier.

   I try the door that opens to the rest of the building and it opens to
what appears to be garage bays.  What really surprised me are the four
vehicles parked in a row in front of the large doors.  Finding another
rotary switch, it turns on a string of overhead lights.  Everything in this
area is covered with a heavy layer of dust.  I hope the people who own the
cars aren't still waiting for them to be repaired.  The building has a
layout of a vintage repair shop.  There is a workbench running the length
of the building.  The toolboxes are full of wrenches and other tools.  The
four autos are antiques, even I know that.  Walking behind them, I notice
none are plated which is odd.  A selection of fan belts and tires hang from
the walls, along with signs advertising all types of auto products.  If
they are original they are likely worth a few bucks to collectors.

   Attempting to open one of the garage doors gets nowhere.  The hinges are
frozen.  Once back at the office I climb the stairs.  My shoes leave
footprints in the dust.  No one has been here for years.  At the top of the
stairs there is a small landing in front of a large locked door.  It has
the same type of lock as the front door.  The second key works and this
lock is hard to unlock too!  Finally, the door swings open revealing a
large room with a sofa, chairs, a dry bar with liquor bottles still on the
shelves, wine bottles all in racks, with the tops facing down.  In a corner
is an old television.  It looks like a lounge of some type; very little
light comes through the small barred and screened window.  Another door
leads to a small room with twelve floor length lockers.  I try one, it's
locked.  The padlocks will have to be cut off.  What had been curtains are
wisps of their former life.  They have disintegrated.  The windows are
covered with dirt and the grime of time.  There are two doors leading from
this room both locked.

   The two remaining keys open them.  One opens to a hall leading to a room
that turns out to be a large bedroom with a large bed, bureau and an
enclosed washroom.  Everything is of the era but intact.  The water has
been shut off, but the power is still alive.  The other door leads to a
similar bedroom, but it appears to be fancier.  Both rooms remind me of a
love nest.  Both of the bedrooms have large walk in closets that have a
large number of sealed boxes; all are upside down, which is odd.  It'll
take time and investigating to find out what the rooms were actually used
for in the past.  I go looking for Abe.  He and his brother are working in
a first floor apartment.

   "Abe come with me.  I have something to show you."

   Back at the garage we both walk through.

   "This appears to be an old auto repair shop.  Do you remember anything
about it?"

   "Hell no.  I didn't even know the building was here `til today.  Those
cars are worth a fortune.  All are in excellent shape.  I am sure some car
buff will want them.  Who owns them?"

   "Don't know yet but there are a lot of records and papers filed here. 
Do you have anyone who can dust and clean this place?"

   "Yep.  My sister.  She is looking for a bit of part time work.  I can
call her."

   "Please have her clean the whole building.  The upstairs has three
rooms, two bedrooms and a lounge and everything is covered with dust."

   "I will bring her with me tomorrow.  It will take a couple of weeks at
least to clean and dust this size of building."

   "Okay, please call her and have her start tomorrow, if possible.  I'm
going to take some of the files with me to read.  Maybe they will give me a
hint about the owner."

   Abe leaves and I go to the file cabinet.  I flip through the folders and
came across one that is labeled personal.  I take it and one that says
current correspondence and receivables.  Later that night I flip through
the Personal file.  The owner of the file was Frank Heath.  There is
correspondence from friends and military people that he must have served
with.  There are no personal letters from family, which is a bit odd.  The
latest dated letter is July 2, 1971.  It is an invitation to meet an army
buddy on a fishing trip.  I wonder if that is a clue.  Later logging on the
Internet, I found the site of our local newspaper.  It claims to be of
service to the community for the last 75 years.  I click on archives and go
to its search engine.  I type in Frank Heath and hit search.

   The Program slowly does its search then came up with three references
regarding the name Frank Heath.  The first is January 10, 1969 when he was
awarded a civic award for providing free service work for the local
ambulance company.  It is the right Heath because it gives this address.  I
click to the last entry dated July 15, 1971.  It is an obituary for John
Heath who had passed away suddenly July 5, 1971.  I bring up the second
item and it is a story how John Heath had died in a car accident while
coming home from a visit with an army friend.  He was given a military
burial and everything was taken care of by the benevolent fund.  He had no
living relatives.

   This means call to my lawyer on Monday.  I put the file away.  Today is
Friday, when Nia and Mia are coming for the weekend, and the Raja family
will be here to finalize the lease.  At least I hope it's a rental.  I'm
brought out of my train of thought by the doorbell.  Nia and Mia with
suitcases in hand are ready for the weekend.  Both are in my arms when the
door closes.  They feel so good.  They crush their willing bodies against
me.  I love the feeling and scent of my two friends.  This is the way to
enjoy a weekend, making love to them tonight and a wonderful tomorrow at
the beach.

   "Oh girls, you're a welcome sight.  I want to get together, but it will
have to wait.  I'm expecting a visit from a new prospective tenant.  We can
eat and you can have your showers.  You will have to wear your nighties and
housecoats.  After the Raja's leave we can watch television and play."

   "Okay Don.  But don't make us wait too long.  I really want you."

   That's Mia.  She's smiling.  Both girls hit for the bathroom as I get
supper ready.  The Raja's will be here within the hour.  The thought of
their two daughters brings a smile to my face.  I feel stupid thinking
about them when I have two beautiful young girls willing to satisfy my
every need here with me right now.  It's just greed.

   The girls appear in nighties that don't cover much.  I insist that they
put on wraps before the doorbell rings.  In the meantime, their bare bodies
are teasing me throughout dinner.  Nia finishes first and sits on a chair
facing me.  She brings her knees up and I am forced to look at a wonderful
bare black pussy through the balance of my dinner and coffee.  That is my
dessert but I'll have to wait.

   "You'll pay for teasing me Nia.  That isn't fair you know how much I
love looking at you and Mia."

   "Good.  I didn't want you to spend too much time showing the apartment."

   Finally, dinner is done and both help with the cleanup.  I am putting
away the last dish when the bell rings.  Both girls grab their wraps and
cover up.  I shoo them to the living room and answer the door.

   "Good evening Mr.  Parsons.  We wish to see the apartment."

   "Not a problem.  The final renovations were completed Monday."

   I lead them to the door and invite them in.  The two daughters are
dressed in challenging Indian dresses very tight and body hugging.  Both
have provocative smiles as they watch me watching them.  Their bodies are
trim and developing.  It's hard to tell their ages, but not hard to tell
they are teasing me and enjoying it.

   "The apartment has three large bedrooms, two complete bathes and a full
kitchen.  The living room is a very good size as you can see plus storage
in the basement when it's complete."

   Mrs.  Raja is dressed similar to her daughters, but her body is
certainly filled out.  Her perfume nearly sweeps me off my feet.  She looks
so delicate.  Her smile is devastating.  Then I watch the two girls head
for the bedrooms.  Their rear view is a good as their front.  Their
well-shaped bottoms really have me hard.  It could be embarrassing, as I
try to will my erection down.  Then they reappear.

   "Mommy, we like the bedrooms.  What do you think?"

   "Wait till your dad is finished looking."

   Mr.  Raja looks at all the rooms and seems impressed.  He talks to his
wife and daughters in their Indian dialect.  They exchange words.  It's
hard to tell how the conversation is progressing.  I move out of the room
and stand at the door.  Finally, Mr.  Raja approaches me.

   "Please excuse us for talking in our dialect but my wife is more
comfortable in that language.  However, if we can come to an agreement on
the rent, we will take the apartment."

   When I give the figure they look at each other.

   "Mr.  Parsons that is very reasonable for the size of the apartment.  We
will take it.  When can we move in?"



   "It's available anytime you are ready to move in.  My lawyer will have
the lease ready by Monday.  You can pick it up then and if you are
satisfied with the terms sign it and give me a check for the first and
last."

   "I'll be here Monday night about six.  Will that be fine with you?"

   "Yes.  But call ahead to make sure I don't have to work late."

   "I know that feeling both myself and my wife often work late.  The girls
are very well mannered and can take care of themselves.  The beauty of this
location is we are only nine blocks from our office.  I'm an optometrist
and my wife is my assistant."

   "They look very mature.  I'm home early about twice a week.  If I can be
of assistance please call me."

   "Thank you.  We would like to take another look.  Do you have a tape? 
We would like to measure for drapes and curtains."

   I return with a measuring tape, paper and a set of keys to the
apartment.

   "Take your time.  When you are done just bring the keys to my apartment
across the hall."

   Both Nia and Mia are chomping at the bit wanting to start playing.  But,
I have to keep at bay.  There is light knock on the door.  It's Latha and
Rabina.

   "Mom and dad are on their way to the car.  Here are the keys.  We are
going to like it here."

   Both are smiling like they knew something I didn't.  I drink in their
beauty.  Being this close I can smell their scent, it's the same as their
moms.  Their hard nipples are pushing against their dresses.  Wondering if
their young bodies will love to be loved I watch them walk to the elevator.
When they reach it, they turn and give me 'I know what you are looking at'
look.  I can feel my woody getting hard.  I slowly close the door and head
for Nia and Mia.

   My young ladies have put there extra time to good use.  They have become
very proficient at applying makeup.  Their full lips are highlighted with a
deep red lipstick; their eyes are done with very sexual colors.  I want
them.

   "You girls are so beautiful.  I will have a shower and join you."

   When I return they are both nude and waiting.  Every time I am with them
I thank fate for introducing them into my life.

   "Do you want to watch TV or make love?"

   "We will make love first and then watch television.  First, please eat
us both.  Nia wants to get fucked tonight.  Tomorrow morning will be my
turn.  Then we can have breakfast.  We are already packed to go to the
beach."

   The evening goes as they plan.  My face is covered with pussy juice and
both the young girls have cum several times.  I love the way their body
surge up and down as they climax.

   "Ok Nia, it is time for you to get ready.  How do you want to do it this
time?"

   "I want to be on the bottom.  I like the feeling of your cock deep
inside of me.  It's like you're tickling my tummy."

   Nia looks very small as she lies beneath me.  She has my cock in her
hand guiding it towards heaven.  It's fascinating watching her body stretch
to accommodate my rock hard erection.  You can actually see it move into
her small body making an impression on her tummy.  She is so tight.  Her
eyes close as her body reacts to my slow movements.  Mia is masturbating as
she watches intently.  I can feel my pressure building as Nia's tight pussy
grips me.  If I could bottle this feeling I'd be a millionaire overnight.

   "Nia I'm going to cum."

   "Oh Don.  I've cum twice; it feels so good to have you inside me.  I
wish we could stay connected forever."

   "That would be nice, but how would I explain you at work?"

   Nia eyes open and she starts to giggle but her third climax comes as
strings of cum rush inside of her.  Her vise-like hold on me starts to
weaken as my ram deflates.  I circle her body with one arm and roll over
with her on top savoring the feeling until my cock slips out of its home.

   "Thank you Nia.  I love being with you and your sister.  I'll be so lost
when you two get boyfriends."

   "We won't Don.  We will always be here for you."

   "Well I know different.  It's only natural that you will find a good
partner for yourself.  It's part of growing up."

   Both the girls snuggle up and we enjoy a deep sleep.  The next morning
Mia wakens me by rubbing my huge morning erection.

   "That is why I like fucking you in the morning.  You're so hard."

   Mia lies on her back legs spread.  As I move into position, she guides
me to heaven.  Both girls enjoy being filled as often as possible.  I never
have to worry about being frustrated for lack of loving with these two. 
Mia's small arms are around my neck as she tries to get her legs locked on
my body.  She is just too small for that.  Her tight pussy is doing its
thing to me.  Like her sister, she is an excellent lover.  I keep my pace
slow to allow her to achieve several climaxes.  Mia's body shutters as each
one ripples through her body.

   "Mia, are you ready?"

   "Oh yes, do it now."

   Stings of cum flow into her young body, it's a feeling of acceleration
for me.  I'm going to have to look into birth control pills for each of
them, but I still haven't figured out how to approach their mom on that
subject.  During my sex with Mia, Nia brought herself to a climax three
times.  She looks so good and appetizing I wish I had the power to take her
again right now, but my ram is dead.

   "Well, lazybones, it time for showers and then breakfast.  Do a good job
in the shower, I can't have you two dripping cum on your new bathing suits.
Someone might take it the wrong way.

   That comment results in the three of us rolling around on the bed.  The
smell of sex and semen is very evident in the bedroom.  We will have to
have clean sheets for tonight's love in.  The girls head for the bathroom,
I strip the bed.  After putting all the evidence of the prior night's and
this morning's adventure in the washer, I make a hearty breakfast.  I know
the two girls will insist on junk food at the beach.

   They appear fresh and sexy at the table.  Both are wearing short buoy
shorts and tube tops.  I have to hold myself back from taking them both
back to bed.  Their hair is in ponytails and both have light makeup and
scent on.  All I want to do is make love to them, but they want to go to
the beach.  After breakfast I gather up the gear and a lunch that I know
only I'll be eating and we head for the beach.  The heat is nearly
unbearable this early in the morning.  The trip is pleasant; it's cool in
the cab of the Yukon.  The girls keep me entertained with their stories
from school.  They are talking about how the boys are now noticing them and
how they tease them.  Even at their age they know the power they have over
the male sex.  Nature trains them young.

   When we arrive at the beach it seems like the complete city is here. 
Parking is at a premium.  I have to pay twenty dollars to park in a
person's driveway across from the beach.  Later in the day I realize it was
worth it as I heard some of the horror stories of other parents and where
they had to park.  One dad next to us dropped off his wife and kids drove
three miles to find a place to park and had to take a taxi back.  When I
thought about that, twenty bucks didn't seem out of line.

   The girls are wearing their new bathing suits under their very
provocative jeans and tube tops I watch as they remove their jeans and top.
I am aghast.  They are wearing thongs and a bikini type top held together
with two strings.  Their thongs are very narrow at the back and are tucked
deep into their ass cheeks.  The small whist of cloth in the front barely
manages to cover their tasty pussies.  I can feel my cock getting ready to
make a fool of me in front of the world.

   "Girls, were did you get those bathing suites?  Surely your mom didn't
buy them."

   "You bought them Don when we bought that sexy lingerie we also bought
the bathing suites.  Don't you like them?"

   They both turn slowly around so I can get the full effect.  It is not
what I need.  I'm fighting my own body.  Hell, I'm ready to leave the beach
right now and take both of my lovers home and enjoy them for the rest of
the day in bed.  They are making every male do a double take looking at
them.

   "We better go swimming.  I need to cool off."

   The little minxes are looking right at my growing erection with the 'I
know what you want to do look'.  I make a quick run to the water.  The cool
feeling has the desired effect.  The girls run in after me.  Their suits go
transparent when wet.  Their lovely pussy lips are quite apparent and their
nipples get hard with the cool water.  It's a sight to behold.  We frolic
in the water for nearly two hours.  I get exhausted from throwing them from
my shoulders.  When I stop to rest, Nia is beside me.  I feel her hand undo
the string of my suit and she massages my growing spear.

   "Oh Nia.  That isn't fair.  I will have to wait till it goes down before
I can get out of the water."

   She isn't the least be sympathetic.  She continues to pump me.  Mia
comes beside us and takes my hand and puts it between her legs.  I am
surprised to find out she has removed her bottoms.  Her pussy feels so
soft. If it was possible, I want my shaft to be buried between her legs. 
I'm hurting.  Mia takes my hand and leads me to deeper water.  She then
puts her arms around my neck maneuvering her body to a position that my
cock can enter her.  I push my suit down allowing my cock full access to
her inviting pussy.  When she lowers her body I can feel the warmth on my
shaft.

   "Mia that feels so good.  Don't you think it is obvious to the people on
shore what we are doing."

   "No Don.  They will just think you are holding me in the deep water. 
Nobody is close to us and with all the people here no one will even take a
second look."

   I lay on my back with Mia on top of me fully embedded deep in her pussy.
As I start to swim with her on my belly I move in and out of her tight
opening.  It doesn't take long to get the desired effect.  That solves my
hard-on problem.

   "Don I like it when you squirt in me.  It feels fantastic.  I love you."

   "Well I love you both.  You have changed my life for the better.  Maybe
we should get dressed and head home.  We have had enough water for today."

   We make our way back to where Nia is swimming.

   "Time to go home Nia.  Did you have fun?"

   "Not as much as you and Mia.  I know what you were doing.  I want to get
fucked when we get back to the apartment."

   "I promise I'll fuck you after dinner.  I love the both of you so much.
Come on to shore.  We will gather up our things and go back to the Yukon."

   We make our way to shore.  The men get an eye full of the girls.  The
little thong bottoms are embedded in their luv lips.  Since we have been
fucking regularly, their luv lips are always full and puffy.  Both girls
head to the change rooms and come back wearing their jeans and tube tops.
The girls are quiet on the way home.  The water and the sun have taken a
lot out of them.  Mia is still smiling as a result of our water adventures.
On the trip home Nia lies her head on my lap and rubs my cock through my
pants.

   "I hope you have the energy to fuck me after supper.  I need it."

   "I am sure it will be up to the task.  I enjoy being deep inside you
Nia. I can't remember what I did before meeting you two."

   That thought goes through my mind.  Before I met the girls, my love life
was the pits.  Not that I didn't have dates and sex but nothing can compare
with my life with Nia and Mia.  I feel so good when they are with me.  They
are a solid part of my life.

   It's late when we arrive home.  Once we have everything put away the
girls hit for the shower and I start supper.  As tired as we are, the
adventure at the beach has tweaked our appetites.  We devour the food.

   "Girls, give me your dirty clothes and I will throw them in the washer.
We have to make sure the bathing suits are washed to get the sand out of
them."

   Both rush to their bedroom and return with their soiled clothing.  Once
everything is in the washer, I head for my shower.  The warm water feels
good on my tired body.  Nia will be waiting.  My mind has her in bed lying
naked with her legs spread.  I don't think I will ever get enough of the
girls.

   It's as I imagined.  Nia is waiting for me; Mia's taking care of herself
beside her sister.  Her finger is working on her clitoris; her elixir is
slowly seeping towards her rosebud.  They both smell so good.  Nia has put
perfume on her inner thighs.  It's very evident when I kiss her luv lips.
My tongue searches for pussy juice and finds a gusher.  Her body trembles
with her first climax then she raises her hips with the second one.  My
reward is having them cum, and then enjoying the flowing love juice.

   "Don stop.  I want to feel you inside of me."

   Getting into position, Nia grabs my cock moving it towards its goal.  I
lower myself, entering her moist opening.  Her warmth engulfs me.  My balls
are resting on her bum.  After the weeks of sex, both of the girl's pussies
accommodate me without resistance.  With my weight supported on my elbows,
my strokes are deep.  Nia moves to meet each one of them with determined
upward thrusts.  She has her eyes closed and is breathing heavily.  Her
pussy muscles tighten on my shaft.  I can feel the surge of cum building
up. Then it's over, strings of cum just shoot deep into her.  I am
exhausted and collapse beside her.

   "That was wonderful, Nia.  This is a beautiful ending to a marvelous
day. Let's all get some sleep."

   The girls cuddle up to me and the next thing I remember is the sun
coming into the window.  I wake with both girls beside me still sleeping.
They are both naked and the view causes a surge in me.

   The balance of Sunday is enjoying my two charges.  Janet called for her
daughters shortly after six.  She is just bubbling with excitement.  She is
the top in her class.

   "Don, I couldn't have done it without you.  I am so happy that my girls
have someone like you to take care of them."

   "Actually, it is the other way around; they take care of me very well, I
may add.  I enjoy them very much.  They are wonderful girls."



   My lawyer is intrigued about the back building.  It turns out he's an
antique auto buff.  He belongs to a local club that is always looking for
new auto projects to restore and then show.  He advises me the lease for
the Raja's is completed and I can pick it up after work.  In regards to the
cars and the contents of the building, he will call tomorrow.  The day goes
fast and I manage to pick up the lease before I return to my apartment. 
Mr. Raja called and will be here at seven.

   When I arrive at the apartment I decide to take another look at the
garage office.  I'm surprised to see the office has been cleaned and
dusted. Abe's sister must have worked all day.  I can smell the cleaning
chemicals and wax.  I mentally study the room looking for some clue about
the upper lounge and bedrooms.  They had been used for something.  I wonder
exactly what.  I notice what looks like a flaw in the wall.  There is a
sizable crack.  When I try to get my fingernail in it to pull, all I
accomplish is broken my nail.  After a short curse I hit the area with my
fist.  I hear a small click and a door springs open.  It's hiding a large
wall safe.  The tumblers are smooth.  Now I have another mystery to try and
solve.  The combination would help.  I go through the desk again. 
Everything seems to be the same.  I reach behind all the neat folders and
found a space between the last folder and the back of the drawer.  I can
feel a ledger of some sort.  I manage to grab it with two fingers.  It's a
day planner.  Maybe it will give me a clue about the use of the building.
After returning to the apartment, I leave a note for Abe to cut all the
locks on the lockers.

   After supper, I start reading the planner.  The Raja's will be here
shortly.  I notice a pattern in the entries.  There were twelve different
names, all from the Smith family.  The only thing different was the first
initial.  Each name appeared in the book with a notation, either one or two
beside them.  There was an entry for nearly every day up `til the death of
Mr.  Heath.  Then it dawned on me.  The numbers one and two were the
bedrooms.  These men made arrangements to use the bedrooms daily.  It was a
private love nest.  What could be a better cover?  Take your car for
repairs and enjoy the company of the opposite sex.  By the looks of the
entries they all had cars that broke down on a regular basis.  If only the
walls could talk what a story they would tell.  I continue to leaf through
the book and at the back find a notation, a series of numbers.  They didn't
make sense until I realized it may be the combination for the safe.

   I want to investigate more, but am interrupted by the doorbell.  It's
the Raja's.

   "Good evening Mr.  Parsons.  Do you have the lease?"

   "Yes.  I picked it up today.  You can take it to your solicitor and have
it reviewed.  I will be home at six tomorrow, if you have any questions."

   "May we go to the apartment and take another look?"

   "Of course, I'll get the key."

   I give him the lease and the key and watch the family head to the
apartment.  Both Lathia and Rabina give me that look.  I can feel the
shivers of excitement.  Why, I really don't know.  I do know I'd love to
see them naked.  Their skirts have slits to their thighs.  Both are wearing
heels that made their calf muscles taunt.  Their legs are long and
well-shaped.  Again, their erotic scent has me aroused.  This could to be
interesting if they do become tenants.  Again, my imagination is working
overtime.  I watch as they enter the apartment.  I hope the real life part
of their stay here is as interesting as my imagined one.

   The day timer is still on the table.  It intrigues me.  Page after page
pointed to the same theme.  The entries were for each bedroom with times of
an hour to a complete day.  Friday and Saturday evenings were very popular.
Sunday was the least, must have been family commitments.  There is no way
of identifying anyone.  Perhaps I have overlooked something in the office.
Then I hear my doorbell.

   One of Raja girls is at the door.  I know their names are Lathia and
Rabina, but I didn't know which is which.

   "Dad would like you to come to the apartment please."

   "Okay."

   I follow this young vision of a wet dream.  Her scent is very
provocative.  Her height is about mid chest.  Her black hair shines.

   "Excuse me, but are you Lathia or Rabina?"

   "Rabina."

   She moves with graceful femininity.  I'm mesmerized with her bottom,
which can be a mold for Venus.  Her well-defined waist expands to very
attractive hips.  Rabina's legs top off the package.  I am thankful she
can't read my mind.

   When I enter the apartment, Mr.  Raja greets me and returns the lease
and a check to cover the first and last months' rent.



   "My wife and I have read the lease.  It's straight forward, just a
standard lease.  We hope to be able to move in by the weekend."

   "Well, welcome to my building.  I hope the time you and your family
spend here is memorable.  You are my first new tenants.  The Ravens and I
are the only other tenants.  We have a service elevator that you can use to
bring up your furniture.  My handy man is Abe.  I will tell him to watch
for your moving company."

   "I speak for all of my family.  We feel that this will be a very good
move for all of us."

   His daughters are looking straight at me.  I watch their eyes move up
and down my body.  I return the attention.  Now I hope something will
develop between us.

   "I have another set of keys for you and the security cards for the front
door will be provided when the system is operational.  When you come for
the extra keys, I will provide you with my cell number in the event you
have to contact me during your move."

   "Thank you Mr.  Parsons.  I know we will be very happy here."

   I take one more longing look at Lathia and Rabina and then leave.  I
would have loved to ravish one of them tonight.  Something makes me feel it
wouldn't be resisted, but actually welcomed.  Time will tell.

   Back at the apartment I write my cell number on the back of my business
card find the extra key and place it on the telephone table at the door.  I
go back to studying the day timer.  It's too late to go to the building and
do additional investigation.

   The following day I actually get home early.  The girls aren't home from
school so I go to the back.  It's showing improvements.  Abe's sister has
cleaned the lounge and the bedrooms.  The shreds of curtains have been
removed and all the surface dust has been vacuumed.  The windows show signs
of being wiped, but they are still very dirty.  She likely ran out of time.
The bar in the lounge is well stocked.  The partial bottles still stand
ready for the next drink as they have for nearly thirty-two years.  There
are several full bottles of spirits and wine under the counter.  From the
labels, I recognized they are all premium brands.

   Back in the office, with the day timer in hand, I try the combination of
numbers on the safe.  There is four numbers which usually means the first
number has three total turns to the right or left, the second two total
rotation, the third one and the last none.  I try starting my turning to
the left and nothing happens.  I remember an old safe my dad had and he had
to always return to zero before the unit would open.  I turn to zero and
the handle moves.  The heavy door swings open.  The shelves are filled with
an assortment of envelopes, boxes and ledgers.  Most of the envelopes are
income tax returns Frank Heath reported on time yearly.  A metal cash box
held one hundred and twenty six dollars and some change.  I assume it was
the business cash.  Opening some of the other boxes revealed nothing of
interest; however, when I have time I will sort everything.  I lock the
safe.  I feel good being a sleuth.

   There are twelve destroyed locks in a box on the floor leading to the
lockers.  Abe and Adam have removed them.  The first locker is labeled A.
Smith it contains the usual items you would expect in a locker, soap,
shampoo etc.  I am looking for some personal information.  Everything is as
it was, last used in 1971.  I wonder why no one has attempted to retrieve
anything.  The next locker is similar in content; however, the locker
labeled F.  Smith is a little more fruitful.  There are the same personal
items and a paid telephone bill.  It has the name, address and phone number
for Ralph Pain.  Maybe he is still in the area.

   Back at the apartment I call the number.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, my name is Don Parsons.  I am trying to locate a Mr.  Ralph
Pain. Is he still at this number?"

   "I would assume you're looking for my dad.  Hang on."

   I hear him shout for his father.

   "Hello this is Ralph Pain.  How can I help you?"

   "Mr.  Pain, I am Don Parsons.  I purchased the property where Frank
Heath had his repair shop."

   "That dam phone bill.  I knew that someone would call, but it took
thirty years.  What do you want?"

   "I really don't want anything from you, except the background on the
building.  It hasn't been used for thirty years and I want to know why."

   "Can we meet?"

   "Certainly.  When and where?"

   "Well I can't have you here, my son would ask questions.  Can I meet at
your home or a coffee shop?"

   "My apartment would be fine.  When would you be available?"

   "I am retired.  I am available any time."

   "Well, I live in the apartment building in front of the old garage. 
Tomorrow at six?"

   "That will suit me.  See you then." r

   After speaking to my lawyer, I have plenty to be thankful for.  The
building and ownership of the chattels therein, is mine.  Since there have
been no claims on any of the chattels in the garage in thirty years, title
passes to me as a result of the sale.  After advising me of my good
fortune, he arranged for he, and other members of his auto club, to view
the vehicles in the garage.  He's really in a panic.  They are coming at
nine o'clock this evening.  I figure that my chat with Mr.  Pain will be
complete long before that.  The building's purchase may be the best thing
to happen to me, besides meeting the girls.



   The doorbell rings promptly at six.

   "Mr.  Parsons I am Ralph Pain."

   He is a very large man in his sixties, I would guess.  He is very well
dressed, like a professional person now retired.  He looks very troubled,
like his world is about to collapse.

   "Come in Mr.  Pain.  Would you like a coffee?"

   "No thanks.  I just want to get this over with."

   "Mr.  Pain, I think you are under the mistaken impression I want
something from you.  I don't."

   "You don't?"

   "No.  I am curious about the history of the garage and why no one ever
attempted to clean it out after Mr.  Heath passed on.  I think I know why
the twelve Mr.  Smiths used their visits to Dave's Auto Repair.  He must
have enjoyed working on autos that didn't need repairs."

   I notice a small smile forming on Mr.  Pain's face.  I can see he left
me for a moment as his memories of better days rush through his mind.

   "Yes, we all enjoyed the lounge for our weekly poker games away from our
families.  The bedrooms were well attended by all with a number of lovely
young ladies.  I thought the worst and believed you planned on blackmailing
the group of twelve."

   "No.  Mr.  Pain.  that is not what I had in mind.  I just wanted to
confirm my suspicions.  Were the young ladies legal?"



   "Some were and some questionable.  All came voluntarily.  Most were well
paid by their sponsors.  We were shocked by the sudden death of Mr.  Heath.
He had no will and we, as a group, had no claim to anything here legally.
It was years before we could breathe easily when we realized no one had put
any claim on the assets of Mr.  Heath.  We made a point of not leaving
anything that could lead to any of us.  I had paid my phone bill two days
before John went to visit his army friend.  It must have fallen out of my
pocket when I changed.  After being with the girls, we all showered before
going home.  I miss the reason for those showers."

   "What about the cars in the garage.  They all look like collectables in
good shape.  Who owned them?"

   "They were John Heath's.  He didn't believe in banks and thought he
could make more by investing in classic autos.  He did make a lot of money
doing it.  Those vehicles are likely worth a pretty penny now."

   "What about those sealed boxes in the closet?"

   "Are they still there?  I had forgotten about them.  Those I know are
worth a fortune.  They contain vintage wines that the group had purchased.
When we had a group get together, we toasted our good fortunes with very
good wine.  They were expensive by the standards of those days I hesitate
to think what a bottle would be worth today."



   "How many of the original twelve are still alive?  Are you still in
contact with them?"

   "There are ten still living and, yes, I keep in touch with them all."

   "Well you can advise them we had a chat.  I will go through the lockers
and destroy anything of a personal nature.  There will be no evidence that
the twelve ever existed."

   "Thank you Mr.  Parsons.  I know the group will be happy to hear that.
It will take the feeling that the axe could fall any time out of our lives.
I will leave now.  I wish you best in the ownership of this property.  I
knew it was for sale, but never had the nerve to look into it.  Perhaps I
felt guilty."

   "I will clean the lockers tonight and can assure you everything will be
disposed of."

   Mr.  Pain left.  His information confirms what I had imagined.  They
enjoyed young ladies in the privacy of the two bedrooms without fear.  It
was a good set up.  The auto repair ploy was brilliant.  Everybody needed
work done on their cars, now and then.  With the group of twelve it was
just more often than most.  I bet the prizes at some of the poker games
were very interesting.  It's eight o'clock.  My lawyer and his friends will
be here in an hour.

   The doorbell rang.  I am guessing it is the girls.  When I open it both
Lathia and Rabina are standing there.

   "Good evening girls.  What can I do to help you?"

   "Oh I know you can help us, but not tonight.  We just brought over some
boxes in the van with mom.  We wanted to tell you so you didn't think
strangers were in the apartment.  We are moving in tomorrow.  The movers
will be here at seven.  They packed all day today.  Will we be able to get
the services elevator for tomorrow?"

   "I don't think it will be a problem.  I will call my caretaker and
advise him, and if there are any problems I will call you."

   "Thank you Mr.  Parsons."

   Again I am greeted with their seductive smiles.  They make me hard just
looking at them.  Watching them walk back to the apartment, I wonder what
they were talking about "helping them?" I can only imagine.

   I still have thirty minutes to wait.  The comments about the wine are
running through my mind.  I personally don't like wine.  I won't tell you
what I think it tastes like, but horses recycle it daily.  I grab the phone
book and search the yellow pages for wines.  One listing stating unique
wines bought and sold caught my eye.  I called and spoke to the owner.  It
turned out to be a one-man operation that buys and sells vintage wines.  I
ask him if he would care to appraise some wine I've inherited.  He tells me
he would be glad too.  He is coming at nine.  Maybe I will order pizzas for
the gang.  There is going to be a full house.

   End of Part Two

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