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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: What A Neighborhood Part 3 of 6

   Summary: This is a continuation of Don's attempt to become a landlord.
Again, there are a number of twists and turns requiring Don to keep his
wits about him.  All through the trials and tribulations, he has the
continuing companionship of his young lovers.
Keywords: Mff con.

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   Copyright 2003, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, May 14, 2003

   Story codes: M/f con

   Story intro: This is a continuation of Don's attempt to become a
landlord.  Again, there are a number of twists and turns requiring Don to
keep his wits about him.  All through the trials and tribulations, he has
the continuing companionship of his young preteen lovers.



   What A Neighborhood

   Part 3 of 6

   Another Story by

   Jack Spratt

   Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Part 2.  Would strongly
advise all readers to read the stories in order, to follow how the
relationships developed.  ********************** *********************

   Everybody showed up at the same time.  I lead the parade to the back, my
lawyer and his crew go into the garage, and I take my wine expert to the
upper rooms.  We go to the bar first and he handles the sealed bottles.

   "Well, in the bustle I didn't introduce myself.  I am Bob Lamb.  I have
been in the wine game for thirty years.  Do you know anything about wine
Mr. Parsons?"

   "No.  I don't like wine.  But, I know these bottles are worth something
by the labels.  I would like your honest opinion.  I will tell you now I
have arranged to have them appraised tomorrow as well."

   "Well, I will give you my honest opinion.  The first four bottles are
worth in the neighborhood of five hundred dollars each, maybe more at an
auction."

   "Who would be stupid enough to pay five hundred dollars for a bottle of
grape juice?"

   "You would be surprised.  I would guess you have about ten thousand
dollars of vintage wine on that shelf.  I would be honored to arrange a
sale for you."

   "And if I have more?"

   "You mean there is more?  You are kidding.  Wine merchants like me have
been on the lookout for vintages like these for years without ever coming
across any.  How could you have more?"

   "How about thirty or forty cases?"

   "Cases?  Now you have to pulling my leg.  Not that much exists.  I would
know: I have searched for it."

   "Follow me."

   We go into the first closet.  Cases are piled up to the ceiling.  I
thank the group of twelve under my breath; it is obvious someone knew their
wines.  Bob's eyes lit up in astonishment.  He counts the cases.  There are
thirty-seven.  I have no idea if they are full or not, as this haven't been
a priority to me.  Maybe they are just the empties.  There are more it the
other closet as well.  I watch, as Bob gingerly makes sure the case is
intact before he moves it to the floor.  The first one he opens has twelve
well-wrapped full bottles of something that brings tears to his eyes.

   "Whoever stored this wine knew what they were doing.  By storing the
case upside down, it kept the cork wet and the bottles sealed.  Do you know
what these are worth?  This is liquid gold."

   "To me they are worth the deposit on the bottles.  However, that is why
I called you.  I might have just dumped the contents down the sink and
thrown the bottles in the trash."

   "That would have been sacrilege.  Your taste buds are not working for
you not to appreciate the nectar in your midst."

   "Never mind the buildup.  What do you think they are worth?"

   "I know people that will pay a thousand dollars a bottle for this
vintage.  I really didn't know any was still in existence.  Where did you
manage to find all this?"

   "Just blind luck.  It's a long story.  You can check the rest of the
cases.  There's more."

   "Did you say more?  I am in a living dream."

   I leave Mr.  Lamb in his living dream.  How can anyone get excited over
a lousy bottle of wine?  Now, young girls I can understand.

   I arrived downstairs as my lawyer and his group is about to leave.

   "Don, you must have been born under a lucky star?"

   "Not that I know of, everything I got I worked for.  It wasn't all easy.
I have a good job.  Now, things are a bit easier."



   "That is not what I meant.  Do you have any idea what those cars are
worth?"

   "Not the foggiest."

   "Well they are worth more than you paid for the apartment building.  In
a good auction they will bring in nearly two hundred thousand, possibly
more."

   "You're bullshitting me.  That much?"

   "Yes.  But, is not all good news it would be all taxable unless you use
it wisely."

   "What do you suggest?"

   "Buy more rundown properties.  The losses and expenses you have will
offset the capital gains reducing your taxes."

   "That is just part of the scenario.  I have a wine merchant upstairs
appraising wine.  He claims it is also worth a fortune."

   "Well good thing come in threes.  All the signs and tools in the garage
are collectables.  I suggest you have an experienced appraiser in those
type of artifacts appraise everything.  They won't be worth as much as the
cars and wine but they are worth the cost of looking into the value."

   "This all started when you advised me to buy this property as a tax
loss. Now it is turning into a financial nightmare."

   "If only we all could be this lucky.  My group wants to buy two of the
vehicles.  We will have two appraisals done and pay the average of the
two."

   "Hell, I will give you a deal on them.  Give me eighty percent of the
appraisal.  That will mean your group will have good equity in them.  To me
it is found money.  I owe you big time."

   "No.  We will pay market value.  You will be paying me a sizable fee
before this is all over.  You are going to end up a very rich man Don."

   My head is spinning.  Maybe I'm dreaming.  Then, as I run into a tire
changer mounted on the floor I'm assured I am not dreaming.  Hell it hurts.
Mr.  Lamb appears talking to himself.

   "How did it go Mr.  Lamb?"

   "I have been to heaven.  It was pure joy feeling those full bottles.  I
hope you allow me to represent you.  There is a fortune up there.  You
should have your cache guarded."

   "I will take it under advisement.  Mr.  Lamb, if this was your wine, how
would you dispose of it?"



   "Well, I wouldn't put it all on the market at the same time.  Maybe
seven or eight bottles a month.  That will keep the price up.  It would
take approximately four years to dispose of it.  But, it would yield you
the highest price."

   "Tell you what; take all the full bottles from the bar and one case. 
Arrange their sale at the next auction.  Once that is done, come and talk
to me about the balance.  Are the open bottles still good on the counter?"

   "Thank you for trusting me Don.  Yes, the contents are still fine.  That
is why they are all in a rack to keep the cork stoppers moist; it doesn't
allow air in the bottles.  Why?"

   "Help yourself.  As I mentioned I don't drink wine."

   You would have thought Bob won the lottery.  I didn't think I would see
tears in grown man's eyes over an open bottle of wine.  He gathers all the
full bottles in the bar and one case.  He handles them with the greatest of
respect.  He selects four partial bottles and packs them all in cardboard
boxes.  He leaves to get his car, returns and loads.

   "Here is a receipt, Don.  I will be in touch with you at the end of the
month."

   It's been one hell of a night.  I'm still stunned about how this all
evolved.  But, I can't spend what I didn't have in the bank account.  All I
have is opinions on worth.  I know it is worth something, only time will
tell how much.  The thought of buying another apartment building is
interesting.  Abe will really think I am out of my mind.  There is a very
large apartment building across the street.  It has six floors, four
apartments to a floor, and what is in the basement is just speculation.  My
building is in mint condition compared to it.  It has potential, if the
building is sound.  I make a note to talk to Abe.

   I awake early the next morning.  Thinking about yesterday had me tossing
and turning all night.  After showering and breakfast, I dress and head
across the street.  The building looks okay but it's a mess.  The lower two
floors have the windows covered with plywood that is covered with graffiti
and filth that defies description.  The door is chained with a massive
padlock; which has held off attempts to remove it.  There is a real stench
about the building of old and rot.  An old faded real estate sign is nailed
to the door.  I write down the number and will call it this morning from
work.  The balance of the day is a whirlwind.  Everybody I had talked too
yesterday has called to rehash his or her opinions today.  My lawyer has
arranged the two auto appraisals for the weekend.  Mr.  Lamb has a
ridiculous offer from a collector for the case of wine.  I tell him to sell
it and pick up some more tonight.  I call the real estate company only to
learn they had dropped the listing because it is such a dog.  After talking
to the listing agent who claims the building is sound but the interior
requires extensive work to make it rentable.  The elevator and heating
systems have been sealed and he assures me they are in working condition.
He has shown it six times over the listing agreement but never got an
offer. He thinks the city has taken possession for back taxes and gives me
a number to call at the tax department.

   Calling the number, explaining what I am interested in, they refer me to
Frank Cyan.  After explaining the reason for the call, and the fact I am
interested in the property, really gets his attention.  The city has seized
the property for back taxes, which are substantial; but, it is continuing
to cost them over five hundred a month for security services.  Their
insurance company insists on the surveillance.  The city can't afford to
have someone hurt in the building and then be sued.  He advises me the city
is open to any offers.  I inquire if my agent could inspect the building.
He tells me just call him to arrange an appointment.  He provides me with
his direct line.

   When I get home, I learn from Abe the Raja's have moved in.  My thoughts
go immediately to Lathia and Rabina.  You know what head is hard with that
news.  When I tell Abe I want to look into the building across the street
he looks at me in total shock.

   "You have got to be kidding.  They have been trying to give that
building away for years.  You can't be serious.  It will take big money
just to clean it up.  It has been the home of druggies for years.  Forget
it Mr.  Parsons."

   "You don't think you could handle it?  Perhaps I need to get another
person like you to manage that building.  You can be caretaker here.  Do
you have any suggestions?  Besides all I want is you to tell me if the
building is sound and a ballpark figure on renovations.  I don't have the
time or money to rebuild anything."

   "Ok, ok you win.  I will inspect it tomorrow in the daylight."

   "Thank you Abe.  I knew you had it in you.  Call Mr.  Cyan and he will
arrange to let you in.  I really want you to ensure the heating system and
elevators have are in working condition and have been sealed."

   Abe leaves muttering under his breath.  I knew what his reaction would
be.  It has been a long day.  I need a drink and it won't be wine.  When I
reach my floor, four young ladies greet me: Nia, Mia, Lathia and Rabina. 
This is heaven, the hell with wine.  Nia speaks.

   "Don, have you met your new neighbors Lathia and Rabina?  I know you
will like them.  They are very beautiful, don't you think?  They are the
same age as we are."

   I'm embarrassed by the question.  How do you tell young girls you are
lusting after them?  The same age as Nia and Mia ten and eleven.  Shit! 
They look a lot older than that.  The way they dress I thought for sure
they were teenagers, at least.

   "All you girls are beautiful.  I'm glad you have met.  You can all play
together.  Maybe we can all go to the mall or beach some time."

   "When?"

   It's Rabina.  She looks me right in the eye as she slowly licks her
lips. What are the young girls of today eating?  She studies me like a
piece of meat.  I guess its tit for tat.  She is dressed in her usual form
fitting dress with no bra, from the way her nipples are screaming at me
through the material.  They are as long as Nia's.  After yesterday, and the
anxiety of today, my wish is to have the girls in bed right now.  I can use
their stress relieving talents.

   "Don.  Rabina and Lathia will be alone on Saturday.  Can they visit us
at the apartment?"

   I certainly didn't want to discourage this; however, I did want Nia and
Mia to myself.  I know that their talents will be needed after this week.

   "Well, I suppose, if their parents agree it would be okay.  But Mr.  or
Mrs.  Raja will have to call me."

   Saturday is going to be a big day.  The appraisers are going to be here
to value the autos in the garage.  This is my last weekend with the girls,
as Janet will finish her course.  She was bubbling over with enthusiasm
when last we spoke.

   The young ladies are still in the hall.  How I wish at least one of them
would accompany me.  I can use some good loving.  It is a long wait 'til
Friday.  Then there is a quiet knock on the door.  When I open it, Rabina
is standing there alone.

   "May I come in for a moment?"
"Certainly: How can I help you?"
When the door closes she comes to me and put her arms around my neck and
kisses me.  I'm startled to say the least.  Then I feel her tongue pushing
against my lips.  I put my hands on her back then feel her firm soft body
finally cupping her bum cheeks.  She is pushing hard against my now very
evident hard on.  She drops one hand to my crotch and starts to rub.  It

feels so good.  But, I have to get control.

   "Rabina, why are you doing this?"

   "Because you want me too, I have been watching you checking out Lathia
and I.  Besides, you are a handsome man.  And it feels very big down
there."

   Her hand continues to caress me.  I am just about to lose the emotion of
the moment when I feel my fly being lowered.  Her cool hand grasps my
spear. I lower my hands to the hem of her dress and lift up revealing a
beautiful lace bikini.  I lower my hand and cup her bare bum.  I spread her
cheeks and rub her brown star.  It is small and very tight.

   "That really feels good Don."

   "Well if you keep rubbing me I am going to cream.  Are you sure you want
to do this?  Are you still a virgin?"

   "Oh, I have wanted to touch you since the first time dad and the family
looked at the apartment.  I know Lathia likes you too.  I bet Nia and Mia
like you the same way.  I saw how you looked at each other.  Yes, I am
still a virgin but I hope not for long."

   "When are your parents going to be home?"

   "Very late tonight, after ten."

   It's only six thirty.  I was thinking about dinner when I reached my
apartment but Rabina has changed all that.  My finger has one knuckled
buried in her bottom and she is pushing against me trying to get in deeper.
I knew that I was going to enjoy our relationship.  I hope Lathia fells the
same way.

   "Where are the others?"

   "Waiting for me to give them a sign I have your cock out of your pants.
It was a bet with Nia.  I won."

   "So what do you want to do?"

   "Make me grown up with this, Don.  The girls will leave us alone; I just
have to tell them I won.  Lathia will want the same thing the next time my
parents are going to be late."

   Life is getting better and better, two more virgins and Indian as well.
Their skin color has acted as a magnet just amplifying their beauty. 
Rabina's hair is so soft and smells so good.  Her scent is filling the
room. She has had a shower recently for her hair is still damp.  The minx,
and her compatriots, planned this attack on a defenceless dirty old man.

   "Well, I suggest you tell the other conspirators that you won and come
back.  I will see what I can do for you."

   She wiggles her bottom dislodging my finger and straightens her dress. I
watch her leave.  Young girls mature much earlier than before.  Rabina
knows what she wants and makes no bones about it.  Her sister is another
beauty.  With four young lovers, I should live a stress free life.

   There is a soft knock on the door and Rabina enters.  She looks so
angelic and pure.  My cock is still sticking out as hard a rock.

   "I will shower.  You can wait in the living room or look around the
apartment."

   I have very quick shower.  My cock stays erect just on the thought of
seeing Rabina naked.  When I return to the living room, it is empty. 
Rabina is lying on the bed naked with her legs spread.  She is massaging
her clit; which is surprisingly very large.  It looks like a miniature
penis.  It's very pronounced and very appealing.  She must have heard a
sound.  Her eyes open and she smiles.

   "I was just warming it up for you."



   She moves her hand and spreads her legs.  She's well developed
everywhere.  Her upper body is smooth and her nipples large.  Her breasts
are just starting to form but the effect overall is one of beauty.  Her
tummy's flat, her hips are maturely molded and I know her bum's very well
formed.  She's one very striking young lady.  I sit down beside her and
enjoy the view.

   "Lathia and I talk about men all the time.  We knew we were going to
like you when we found out you lived alone."

   A mat of dark hair borders her open pussy.  The way she is laying
spreads her luv lips exposing the pinkish moist interior.  Her clitoris is
remarkable long and thick.  Leaning over, I start kissing her inner legs
working my way up to her thighs.  Her sexual scent is mild but effective. I
can feel my body react moving closer to the source.  The scent is
fantastic. At her inner thighs, I can feel the heat on my face.  My first
taste of her nectar causes her body to stiffen.  Her liquor is of a much
greater vintage then all the wine stored in the back building.  Her virgin
pussy is intoxicating.  When I mouth her clitoris, Rabina's body goes wild.
She moves her hips towards my face with surprising strength.  Her body
trembles with her first climax.

   "Don, that feels better than when I do it myself.  Don't stop."

   Continuing my assault on her clitoris, and taking time to lick up the
juice that are now flowing freely, the surplus covers everything in the
bed. Clean sheets will be required before retiring tonight.  My hand finds
her anal opening, my finger finds its goal and slides in easily.  I can
feel her pushing against me.  Slowly my finger disappears into a warm
abyss. Slowly, sawing in and out while enjoying her clitoris, her body
continues to tremble with climax after climax.  Sitting up leaving my
fingered buried in her rosebud gives me a chance to admire her preteen
body. Her small breasts are topped with thick and long nipples.  Is
Lathia's body the same?  Stretching my body over hers, I gently suck one
nipple then the other.  Her ass muscle tightens on my finger to let me know
she is going to cum again.  My desire for Rabina increases with each
contraction.  My cock is now ready.

   "Oh, Don, please stop.  I can't take it anymore.  I have never felt this
exhausted from climaxes.  It's a wonderful feeling.  Wait `til I tell
Lathia.  It will drive her crazy `til she experiences this feeling."

   Slowly my finger slips out of its warm home.  Not wanting to leave that
warm cavern, the knowledge that it would be offered to me again satisfies
my desire for more.  Lying beside her, my spear aims at the ceiling. 
Rabina looks and then touches.

   "Yours is the first one I have seen.  It's beautiful.  It's so warm. 
Can I kiss it?"

   "Please.  Your hand feels so good.  Examine it, if you like.  My balls
are in the sack below.  Massage them softly, as I am hurting.  Eating you
has me very excited.  I will need some relief."

   "What can I do?"

   "Keep rubbing it and kissing it.  I like it sucked as well."

   Watching, as Rabina gently handles my tool, she pulls down the foreskin
and then covers the head.  It fascinates her.  She cups my balls, weighing
them gingerly.  Her soft hands exploring my body reminds me why I enjoy
being with preteen girls; they are so innocent and curious.  She finally
convinces herself to take me orally.  Watching, Rabina gently pulled back
my foreskin as she engulfs the mushroom head deep in her mouth.  Her tongue
swirls on me, causing my body to twitch nervously.  She tastes my precum.
For a beginner, she is very good at giving me head.  It certainly does a
lot to get rid of my hurting.

   "Rabina I am going to cum.  You may not like the taste.  Do you want to
keep sucking?"

   She nods her head yes and continues her vacuum like sucking.  Rabina has
good suction.  Finally, the pressure is too much.  Strings of cum shoot
into her throat.  I thought she would stop sucking but she is a wonder. 
She sucks every drop and she swallows graciously.

   "Oh that was different, Don.  Girls at school keep talking about sucking
cocks.  Now I know what they are talking about.  You don't taste that bad.
Some of the girls say they spit it out.  Will we still be able to have sex,
Don?"

   "We can try.  Are you having periods yet?"

   "Yes, I started six months ago.  Why?"

   "I certainly wouldn't want to get you pregnant.  I don't think your dad
would be pleased."

   "Does that mean we won't be able to have sex?"

   "No, it means we will have to use a condom.  Does your sister have
periods as well?"

   "Yes, actually longer than me."

   "Tomorrow I will look for other birth control methods for you and your
sister."

   There is a supply of condoms in the night table.  Selecting one, with a
gold covering, I hand it to Rabina.  She examines it with interest.

   "What do I do now?"

   "Unwrap it and put up on me."

   Rabina removes the foil and slowly rolls it on my growing cock.  It
doesn't take long to recover when you are looking at a beautiful young girl
wanting sex.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Yes."

   Rabina lies on her back and spreads her legs.  Her pussy is very puffy
and wet.  I still can't believe this.  My spear is against her, and then
enters the tight opening.  Rabina's eyes are wide open with anticipation. I
can feel the resistance.

   "Are you sure Rabina?"

   She nods her head.  My thrust burst deep into her.  She gasps with
shock.

   "Oh, Don!  I feel funny.  It hurt a little, but now it feels different.
Is it supposed to hurt and feel good at same time?"

   "You will feel better shortly.  Tell me when it doesn't hurt as much."

   Slowly pumping and watching her eyes for any sign of discomfort.  It
doesn't take long `til her face relaxes and her eyes close.  Increasing the
length of my thrusts, Rabina starts to moan and her body is in sync with
me. Surprisingly, she climaxes not once but three times.  My ability to
hold back wanes rather quickly.  Hot cum shoots into the condom.  Rolling
onto my side I hug her.  Life has been good to me.

   When Rabina opens her eyes, we kiss.  It's a kiss of passion.  My body
is trembling.  My feelings defy description.  We are enjoying the aura of
the moment.  My hand glides over her body, finally cupping her small
preteen breast, then toying with her nipple.  I feel good.  All the stress
of the last couple of days is gone thanks to Rabina.

   I dress and remind Rabina not to fall asleep because she has to be home
before her parents.  I need to return to the back building to clean the
lockers as promised.  That chore only takes ten minutes.  I pack everything
in a garbage bag and throw it the dumpster Abe is using for trash.  It will
be in the landfill lost forever.

   When I arrive home the following day, Abe greets me with his usual happy
face.  I assume he has inspected the building.

   "Well what is it like?"

   "It's a real shit hole.  You'd be crazy to buy it."

   "Abe, tell me about the building.  What about the heating system and
elevator?"

   "Well, it is like they said; both are in good shape and sealed.  While I
was there the security people came around three times wanting to know what
I was doing.  The rest of the building is in sad shape.  There are no doors
on any of the apartments they are all piled in the basement."

   "What else is in the basement?"

   "There are two bachelor apartments, both are full of garbage.  They
stink like shit."

   "Could you clean them up?"

   "Yes, but I don't think you should even consider the building."

   "That is what you said about this one.  Now look what you and your
brother have accomplished.  We have one tenant on a lease and others are
calling to view them as you complete each one.  Once you are done with this
building, do you have any idea what it will be worth?"

   "I suppose it could be worth a bit.  But you have spent a lot of money
fixing it."

   "True, but if I am able to fill every apartment with good tenants it
will not take too many months before I am making money.  I didn't pay much
for the building because it was in such bad shape."

   "I guess you know what you are doing."

   "I must.  I hired you, didn't I?  How much do you think it would cost to
remodel each apartment?"

   "This is just a guess about five thousand per unit on average, some a
little more, some less.  It would take me a day or two to figure it out
exactly."

   After Abe leaves, I decide to put in an offer on the building.  The next
morning I make an appointment with my lawyer for four this afternoon. 
During our meeting we discuss all aspects of the offer.  The offer is very
low and has a clause that gives me a tax break for five years.  With the
building costing them a fortune every month, and no prospects of a sale for
the last three years, our offer may have a chance.  It gives the city
approximately seventy percent of their outstanding taxes and gets them off
the hook for the security.  It will cost me approximately five thousand per
apartment.  But, my offer asks the city to hold the first mortgage at a
very low rate for the next seven years.  Once renovated, and rented, I
should be able to recoup my principle in two years.  My lawyer will present
it to the city's solicitor tomorrow.

   Tomorrow is Friday.  I do need some rest from the hustle and bustle of
the week.  Nia and Mia will be here in the afternoon.  Rabina and Lathia
will be here as well.  It is going to be a full weekend.  When I get back
to my apartment there is a message from Mr.  Raja thanking me for allowing
his daughters to visit my apartment while they are away.  I smile thinking
of what Rabina gave me and what Lathia wants to give.  I do have a full
life.

   Just before I leave from work, I receive a call from my solicitor.

   "Well, after the city solicitor read the offer he snorted and groaned.
He told me there was no way the city would accept such a low offer.  Guess
what, he just called and the city's property department accepted it as
presented.  I don't know how you do it Don.  We can close next week.  All I
have to come up with is fifteen thousand dollars to close."

   "That isn't a problem.  With the wine sales, and the possibility of the
two antiques your group wants sold, I am in good shape.  I will transfer
funds to you today.  When can I get the keys?"

   "Just call the property department.  I have made arrangements for you to
have access as soon as it is confirmed you have insurance in place.  I have
already talked to your agent.  He couldn't believe what you are doing.  I
also applied for every grant the building qualifies for so you can do the
renovations.  You should qualify for the maximum amount for every unit. 
That building is a mess."

   "Well I hope to prove all of the nay Sayers wrong.  I will have Abe and
his brother advise me of the immediate needs.  I will need security until I
can get someone living in one of the apartments."

   I call Abe and leave a message on his system to make sure he talks to me
before going home.  I need to know how quickly they can get one of first
floor apartments in living condition.

   On the drive home that night, my mind is working overtime.  Attempting
to cover every possibility is a challenge.  The one thing that came to mind
is to pull the crew from my building and renovate the entrance and the
hallways and one apartment on the main floor of the other building.  Then
offer it to Abe or Adam at the same rent as they are paying for their
existing residence.  That will solve my security problem.

   That evening when I ran this idea by Abe his mouth dropped in
astonishment.  First, about the news of the new purchase.  But what really
throws him is my offer of an apartment.

   "You would let us live in your apartment building?  We would get a brand
new apartment for the same rent as we are paying now?"

   "Yes, and I will go one further.  I will give you the same deal in this
building.  That way I will have superintendents in both buildings on the
main floor."

   "Mr.  Parsonss, my family and my brother would move tomorrow.  The wages
I receive from you are the best I have seen in nine years.  You wouldn't
want to see what we currently live in.  If you mean it, I will move in this
weekend."

   "Done!  I will have a lease and a contract for your services drawn up
tomorrow.  What about Adam?  Would he be interested in an apartment across
the street?"

   "Are you kidding?  If you saw the dump he and his family live in now you
wouldn't even have to ask that question.  You will be surprised how fast
that apartment is renovated.  I hope you realize it will cost a small
fortune.  This place is a palace compared to that hell hole."

   "Well the grants will take care of most of it.  You may have to hire
more workers to get the job done.  Do you have any more family that you can
trust?"

   "No, but there are three men on my bowling team that need work, they are
all trades people but, I have to be honest with you, they have all done
time."

   "I really don't care about their past.  If you vouch for them, then they
are your responsibility.  Don't do anything that will cause me to regret
giving you my trust."

   "Mr.  Parsons, I would rather lose a leg then screw-up what I have with
you.  My family has never had it so good and now with a new apartment my
wife would cut of my balls if I was to screw this up."

   "Fair enough.  Have them on the job tomorrow.  I want you in that
building cleaning out the main floor as soon as I have the keys.  Order
three more dumpsters the day you are in the building.  I would assume there
is tons of garbage."

   "You have that right.  It's even worse than this building.  That
building has been vacant for more than three years."

   Before Abe leaves, he hands me a card.  As of tomorrow, no one will be
able to get into the building without a security card.  The Raja's and
Ravens have been issued theirs.

   After Abe leaves my mind is calculating time and cost.  My insurance
agent will have the building covered quickly.  It's likely covered now.  I
make a note to make sure the back building on this property is also
covered. Since I didn't know it existed, I not sure if the policy covers
the building in the back.

   That reminds me, I haven't seen if Abe's sister has completed the
cleanup.  Strolling to the back, a couple of changes are obvious.  There is
a light above the entrance and there is a glow in the office windows,
likely a nightlight.  The office portion of the building is shining.  The
smell of fresh furniture wax is very heavy in the air.  The floors and the
walls have all been cleaned.  With a few minor changes, I may consider
using this an office for the buildings.  The three rooms upstairs are clean
as well.  The windows are shining and I can actually see out.  I don't know
how she cleaned the outside of them with the heavy metal screens.

   The locker room is clean as well.  With all the dust and dirt removed it
actually looked very impressive.  I wonder if I can get a new group of
twelve interested in forming a new club.  It has possibilities.  I make
another mental note to ask Abe how much I owe his sister.

   Friday is a blur.  Between my job and all the telephone calls I have to
field about the buildings, my hands are full all day.  You have no idea how
glad I will be to get home and to see the two young lovers or will it be
four?  Wonderful thought.  They will certainly take my mind off my
buildings.  When I turn on the street, I am surprise at the activity with
the new building.  The doors are open and there is a continuous flow of
people with wheelbarrows hauling trash to the dumpsters.  Two are already
full.  Abe comes out of the building.

   "Your lawyer dropped off the keys and Adam and his crew have been
working all day cleaning out the junk.  His apartment is nearly gutted.  I
have ordered the new kitchen and bathroom.  Adam is now following the
wiring and plumbing and will have a list of what is required shortly.  He
and his wife were crying when I told him of your offer of a new apartment.
They couldn't believe you would do something like that."

   "Well, I am being selfish really.  I need to have someone I can trust in
the building.  Otherwise, my insurance company will insist I have a
security firm patrol the building.  I would sooner give your brother the
break."

   "Anyway, he will be forever in your debt.  The other three workers are
manning the wheelbarrows.  They asked me how long the job would last.  I
told them `til every apartment is renovated.  They are happy to have the
work.  Not too many hire people with records at your hourly rate.  They
won't screw up."

   Adam is coming out of the building.  He is covered from head to toe in
filth.

   "Hello Mr.  Parsons.  Abe, the plumbing and wiring are surprisingly in
good shape.  We will have to rent a commercial vacuum cleaner to get all
the buildup of dust and filth out of the congruent.  The pipes are copper
and the PCV waste pipes are not that old.  The wiring to my apartment is
now alive."

   As I leave, Abe and Adam are discussing the plan of attack to get the
apartment completed in the shortest possible time.  Adam is anxious to move
in.  I need a drink and to relax.  I hadn't been in my apartment for twenty
minutes when Nia and Mia are at the door.  They both are smiling and full
of life.  I can feel the pressure of the day lifting from my shoulders as
their enthusiasm lifts me up.  They are both crawling all over me.  Their
young lips kiss me.  I just fall to the sofa and enjoy.  After an evening
of refreshing lovemaking, we fall into an exhausted sleep.

   Both young beauties are still sleeping when I leave the bedroom.  After
a coffee, I get dressed and go to the new building.  When I cross the
street I am surprised to see the front door open.  Then I see Adam pushing
a wheelbarrow.  And three others follow him with more trash.  It must be
the three Abe hired to help.

   "What are you doing here on a Saturday, Adam?"



   "My wife told me she wants to move in two weeks.  She has already given
notice to our useless landlord.  The rest are more than willing to get
extra hours.  All have families and this is the first real money they have
seen in months."

   "Where is Abe?"



   "His wife has him shopping.  She keeps a tight rein on him.  He likely
will be here this afternoon.  He won't want anything to happen without his
okay."

   I can't believe the changes in the lobby.  The garbage is all gone. 
There must have been marble tiles under all the filth and that old worn
carpet.  A high-pressure washer was used to remove the majority of the
crud. The original look is very majestic.  It appears that the walls are
also hiding marble.  Some of the façade was removed and the spot that has
been washed shows promise.  I make a note to suggest high-pressure steam to
Abe.  Headway is being made in the basement as well.  The majority of the
large garbage has been removed.  The two bachelor apartments have also been
emptied.  Adam is in a real rush.  Another pressure washer is set up.  The
elevator is still sealed.



   Back upstairs, I look into the Adam's future apartment.  If they can get
this mess livable in two weeks then miracles do happen.  All the walls are
gone.  There is electrical wire running behind the studs with pigtails in
numerous boxes where the receptacles will be installed.  There are openings
in the ceiling where new wire has been run to the lights.  The kitchen and
bathroom aren't, both are empty spaces.  Everything has yet to be
installed. Notice I didn't mention the floors.  I leave when I realize I am
just holding up the progress.

   I met Abe as I leave the building.

   "I thought you were shopping with your wife."

   "I was but I kept complaining so she sent me packing.  I know Adam wants
to get the apartment ready as soon as possible."

   "Well, if you get that unit ready in two weeks you are miracle workers.
The place is a mess."

   "Check in two days.  You'll be surprised.  By the way, what will you be
asking for the bachelor apartments?"

   "I don't know yet.  Why do you ask?  You have an apartment at my
building.  We know where your bother will be living."

   "Two of the new workers inquired.  I told them I would ask.  It is only
them and their wives and compared to the small units they are living in
now, this one is large in comparison."

   "As soon as I know I will let you know.  By the way, that marble in the
lobby is a surprise.  Do you think it will refinish?"

   "Hell yes!  All that needs to be done to it is cleaning and a power
polish.  The walls are hiding some as well.  I won't know how much until we
strip more off the wall.  Some dummy glued that shitty carpet on the
marble. It will be very impressive when it is cleaned and shining."

   Abe leaves me when the contractor for the dumpsters turns up with three
more empty ones.  Now I know why landfill sights fill up so quickly. 
Waiting for traffic to clear, I notice two new SUV's parked in front of the
building.  Bob Lamb is standing in front of them waving at me.  I thought
Saturday is a day of rest?

   "Don, I have to talk to you.  It is important; otherwise I wouldn't have
bothered you on a Saturday."

   "Okay follow me.  I have to find out who owns those monsters parked
here."

   The first thing I have to do is make sure my young houseguests are
dressed.  I didn't expect all this traffic.  At my apartment door are four
men dressed in suits.

   "Can I help you?"

   "Are you Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Yes, what can I do for you?"

   "We are antique vehicle appraisers.  Your lawyer arranged to have us
here to look at some cars."

   "Bob, would you please take these gentlemen to the back, I will be with
you all shortly."

   "Ok, Don."

   As they disappear, I open the door looking to see if my lovers are up
and about.  They are in the kitchen eating.  Both are in baby doll tops
with no bottoms.  I am glad they didn't have to answer the door.

   "Girls, you are going to have to keep yourselves busy for a while.  I
didn't plan this, but I have business with a number of men this morning.  I
hope we can enjoy the afternoon together."

   "It's okay Don.  We had a wonderful time last night.  Can we let Lathia
and Rabina visit us in your apartment?  They will be over at one.  We
thought you would be here."

   "No problem, enjoy yourselves.  If you really need me, call me on my
cell.  The number is beside the phone.  I will be at the back building."

   Both are in my arms.  Their softness feels great.  I can still smell our
sexual scents from last night.

   "You girls better bath before Lathia and Rabina come over.  Both of you
smell of sex."

   After another kiss and a quick feel of their young bodies, I leave to go
to the garage building.

   Bob and the others are waiting for me at the door to the office.  They
all follow me to the garage part and when they see the four autos they all
start talking.  Bob and I go back to the office where I invite him to sit.

   "Ok, Bob, what is this great emergency?"

   "Well, it is about the wine.  I have an offer for fifteen cases."

   "Wasn't it you who told me to sell ten or twelve bottles per month to
get the best price?"

   "Yes, but this offer is unique.  I have an offer of two thousand a
bottle.  Cash.  But it involves the sale of every bottle of that vintage."

   "You have someone stupid enough to pay twenty four thousand dollars for
a case of wine?  Who in the hell is that rich and that dense?"

   "It is a casino and I can assure you they are not stupid.  They will
sell it by the bottle at double the price to the high rollers.  Your supply
is the largest I know of."

   A casino made sense.  They do have cash and I have read of winners
spending a good portion of their winnings at the casino showing off. 
Gamblers never learn.

   "You did say cash, untraceable cash."

   "Yes, cash, all bills hundreds or smaller.  Even with my percentage it's
a lot of money."

   Even after his cut it is over three hundred thousand cash.  This is
getting crazier by the minute.

   "Okay, Don, take fifteen cases, but call me before you come over with
all that cash."

   "Not a problem Don.  I will likely see you Monday night.  I am to call
them as soon as I have the cases in my possession.  Your name is not part
of the deal."

   The purchase of this property is getting crazier and crazier.  I wonder
if the safe will hold that much money.  When I am about to leave, the
appraisers are coming out of the garage area.  They all appear happy.

   "We are done.  These are the values.  We will send you a written
appraisal first part of next week.  Are the autos sold?"

   "I believe two are.  My solicitor who arranged the appraisals wants two
of them.  The others are available."

   "Here is my card.  Please call when you know which ones are available. I
have a purchaser for all four or any of them."

   "Thank you.  I will call you when they make their choices."

   I follow them to the front of the building.  Finally, I hope to join the
girls and enjoy the balance of the day.  But, that wasn't to be.  In the
lobby, two families are waiting for me.  They are inquiring about
apartments.  They are well dressed and emulate money.  I wonder how they
heard about the vacancies.  One couple is black the other white.

   "Hello!  I am Don Parsonss.  Can I help you?"

   "Yes, we heard that you are renovating this building and have large
apartments.  We would like to see them.  I believe the other couple are
here for the same purpose."

   "The rumor you heard is correct; however, I won't have another apartment
ready for at least two weeks.  I just purchased the unit across the street
and I have to work on it to have it secured for my insurance.  I can show
you a partially renovated unit."

   I could have shown them mine but I have no idea how the girls are
dressed and I know that Rabina and Lathia may be there as well.

   "That will be fine with us.  We don't need to move, but this is so close
to where we work."

   The four follow me to a unit on the first floor.  Abe and his crew are
ready for paint and wallpaper.  I stand aside and let them look throughout
the apartment.  I can hear the couples talking to their respective spouses.
I wonder if they have children.

   "They are very large.  What is the rent?"

   When I tell them, they didn't bat an eye.  I don't think money is a
problem for either couple.

   "I assume children are no problem?"

   "No, actually, I welcome them as long as they are well behaved and
respect my property.  I just had a couple move in Friday with two young
daughters."

   "How do we get on your prospective tenant list?  Do you have parking?"

   "I will take your name and phone number and call you as they become
available.  We will have secured parking in the basement.  It is well
lighted and the access is controlled.  All tenants have security cards to
get into the building."

   Both couples give me their numbers.  I walk them to the front door.  As
they leave I notice two newer sedans parked in front.  Both have children
sitting in rear seats.  I decide to follow them to the street to see them
off.  The black couple has two beautiful faces looking out the back window.
I can see both are young smiling girls.  This couple just moved to the top
spot of prospective tenants.  The other couple, I am happy to see, also has
young girls.  They appear to be in their early teens but, as I am very much
aware, looks are very deceiving.  From the little I can see, they have
beautiful faces and they all look like preteens or young teens my favorite.
Both couples are now on my call list.

   Finally, I can go upstairs and see what is waiting for me.  I have four
beautiful young girls in my apartment.  I know at least three of them are
interested in having sex of one sort or another.  The fourth, Lathia, is
the only unknown but if her sister has the inside track this young virgin
is also hot and horny.  When I enter the apartment, the lights are low and
soft music is playing.  I am engulfed with a haunting scent of burning
incense.  What are these vixens up too?  As I enter the living room I see a
vision.  It's Lathia.

   The girls have dressed her in a short sheer white gown that doesn't
cover her preteen peach.  I can see the naked halves glistening in the
subdued light.  Lathia breasts are none existent but her nipples are very
evident against the sheer gown.  The girls have worked their magic with
makeup.  Her lips are an appealing red.  They have done her eyes with
shadow and liner.  The effect has me hard.  Lathia is a china doll.

   "What do you think Don?  Isn't Lathia beautiful?"

   "You know she is.  You girls did all this for me?"

   "Yes.  Rabina asked us to prepare Lathia for you.  She has talking about
nothing else since you had the time with Rabina.  Lathia wants to be in
your bed tonight.  We didn't think you would be so late.  Her parents will
be home at nine."

   It is after six, as I excuse myself to take a shower.  All I can think
of is the vision of Lathia, the nine-year-old, waiting for me to take her
to bed with me.  I still can't believe the other girls prepared her like a
young goddess.  It's obvious that Lathia wants to be bedded.  I rush drying
myself then slip on a robe.

   "She is in your bedroom, Don.  She has been waiting for you for nearly
two hours.  She is wet.  I know you will like her taste."

   She is sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs slightly spread. 
Her peach is open and moist.  The light is reflecting off her damp inner
lips.

   "Are you sure you want to do this Lathia?  You look so beautiful."

   "Yes, I want you to do me.  Rabina has talked about nothing else.  She
is hoping she will be next tonight.  I know Nia and Mia love doing it too."

   I'm intoxicated by the mild scent of her body.  It's a scent I am not
familiar with, but its breath taking.  Sitting beside Lathia, and then
leaning over, we kiss.  Her small tongue enters my mouth and I can taste
mint.  Her small delicate arms are around my neck as we both fall back. 
Her dark eyes are shining.  My hand is on her leg and rides up her thigh.
She sighs as her pussy is caressed.  Her peach is so soft with not a trace
of hair.  The heat from our bodies is very evident.  Slowly my kisses walk
down her body to her soft peach.  Her essence is a mild in flavor and
scent. She spreads her legs wide to accommodate my mouth on her pussy. 
After kissing her tasty pussy, my tongue takes over.  Like a peach, she is
very moist.  Her small body reacts to this manipulation.  Lathia squirms
and whimpers in soft tones.  Once she gets the feeling, she manages to push
her soft pussy into my face.  Her small bottom is bouncing up and down
against me.  Bringing her to her first climax, her body stiffens then
collapses.

   "Rabina told me about this, but it is much better than I thought."

   I gently roll her to her tummy and inspect her bottom.  Spreading her
cheeks exposes the tightest little anus I have had the pleasure to view. 
Her opening has a smooth ring.  My tongue flicks against it.  The reaction
is immediate.  Lathia pushes up against my tongue.

   "That feels funny, but nice.  Please don't stop."

   I continue to lick as she pushes against me.  Her bum is so soft and
smooth.  Her skin shades are so appealing to me.  Finally, Lathia rolls
over on her back and I am looking at her moist peach.  I lick all the
excess juice and then move beside her.  She cuddles into me and watches my
cock as it pointing to the sky.  Her small hand slowly reaches out and
touches me.

   "Don, do you think that will fit in me?  It looks so big and I am so
small down there."

   "You will stretch to accommodate it but, if you are nervous about no one
will force it upon you."

   "I want to try it.  Rabina keeps telling me how good it felt when you
were deep in her.  She really wants to do it again."

   "I'm glad she enjoyed it.  It's something she'll be able to repeat many
times.  In your case, what I'll do is lie here on my back and you can try
and put it in you."

   "Ok, that sounds good."

   I position myself and watch her small body straddle me.  She has to
stand up and squat, as she is so small.  Her peach opens as she stretches
across my body.  She lowers her body and the tip of my cock feels the
searing heat of her cunny.  I watch as she lowers her body.  Lathia pushes
against the head and winces.  She is hurting.

   "Don't worry, Lathia; if you can't this time, it'll happen later.  I
don't want you to hurt yourself."

   As she looks at me with her dark bedroom eyes I can see a small tear
forming.  I reach up and hug and comfort her.

   "It's ok Lathia.  You are so beautiful just being here with you is good
for me.  Don't cry."

   "But I haven't done anything for you."

   "You can rub me and make me feel good."

   She smiles and grasps me.  Her small hand can't encompass my girth.  I'm
so horny, just the thought of his young lady keeps me panting.  Her eyes
are concentrating on the foreskin as she rolls it up and down.  I'm so
close.

   "If you keep doing that I'm going to make cream."

   She intensifies her efforts, grasping me with both hands and pumping.  I
can feel her fingers tighten up on me.  I just close my eyes and let go. 
It's going to be a mess, but it feels so good.  I raise my hips as I start
to ejaculate.  Lathia's small mouth tries to cover the head of my cock. 
Her efforts are in vain as I spew cum all over.  She is covered with it. 
Her beautiful lingerie is plastered.

   "I will wash your nighty with the sheets.  We'll tell the other girls
that there was just too much blood on them."

   Lathia's face just beams at that suggestion.  She whips off the nighty
and lies beside me naked.  Her small body is so well defined.  With the
exception of nearly no breasts, she is a miniature Venus.  Her legs and
hips are so well developed.  We cuddle for nearly an hour.

   "I need to get the things into the wash, so it will be ready for you
take home."

   "I can pick it up tomorrow.  My parents don't know I have it.  Rabina
bought the nighty yesterday.  Mom and dad don't buy me sexy stuff like
that."

   "Okay, it'll be ready tomorrow morning."

   It's Lathia that tells the girls about the sheets as we walk into the
living room, where they are watching television.  The four of them go into
a huddle and start questioning how Lathia enjoyed it.  I leave them to
start the laundry.  That night I sleep between Mia and Nia.  This is the
last weekend for me babysitting.  I hope Janet, their mother, lets them
stay over from time to time.

   Sunday is fairly quiet.  I manage to fill both Nia's and Mia's cunny
with fresh cream before their mom comes to retrieve them.  I have really
enjoyed their company for these past weeks.  When Janet calls for them to
come home, I can see the despair on their faces.

   "Girls, don't be sad.  I am sure your Mom will need some time to herself
and you will be here for some weekends.  I am really going to miss you two
young ladies."

   "We will be over as often as we can.  I don't want to do without you
Don."

   I kiss both of them as they leave.  I feel remorse as well.

   The week starts off with a rush.  I get a call from my lawyer telling me
the first portions of the grants for the new apartment building are in.  He
has transferred them to my account.  He told me he is surprised at the
speed it came through.

   Work is picking up and I have a number of assignments to complete.  I
have three trips out of the city this month.  I don't know how I will
manage.

   End of part Three ****************************************



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