Jaz sat at her desk, looking out the window on the grounds, or campus, as she liked to think of it. It was a crisp autumn day. Windy and cool but beautiful. She was going over the financials and was pleased with what she saw. She glanced out the window and noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. It was an older BMW but in excellent condition, clean and polished. It was not the normal car for this complex, and she knew...

How do I describe her? She wasn't a high school sweetheart. Not the way one normally thinks of a sweetheart. We were going to different schools together, as the saying goes. A girls' boarding school on one side of town. A military school on the other. Dates in that town usually meant going to the movies and making out. She quickly got inside my head. She noticed I liked feeling her slip and probed. I confessed that I like...

The building was an old two-story walk-up apartment building dating back to the early 1950s, It was a solid brick structure and had been well taken care of over the years. The new management had spent a lot of money updating it. The laundry room was in the basement but had been brought up to date with the best washers and gas dryers on the market. That dated the property but with new appliances and lighting, as well as br...