Chapter 7: Our New Neighbor

Ann, Bobby’s daughter, met us just outside the front door. She has her long black hair in a ponytail that is thru the back of a ball cap. She has on a white tee shirt over a bra holding up 34-c breasts. A pair of dark blue shorts and what look like field boots on her feet. (That’s what we called them when I was in the Corps. I have no idea what they are called today.)

“Getting the house ready to put it on the market?”

“No, I’m making room for my things. I quit my job with the detective agency last month. I was an only child, so Dad left this house to me. It is free and clear of any mortgage, and I think I will be happy living here. With my Army pension and Dad’s life insurance policy I should be able to live very well.”

About that time two men brought a couch out the front door. We had to move to make room. Becky was looking at the couch.

“Brings back an old memory I bet.”

Becky’s look turned to one of shock! Her eyes widen as her face turns red. “Don’t be so surprised. Dad and I were close. We told each other all our secrets. You know he kept your black thong panties as well as Rhonda’s yellow ones. He said they kept the memory alive. Thank you for being so kind to him. He also told me that sometimes you are a bad little girl and need to be spanked.”

Ann’s long fingers touched the side of Becky’s face. She turned her hand over and with the backs of those fingers she moved her hand down to Becky’s throat. With their eyes locked together, Ann’s hand moved to Becky’s ear and one of her long nails traced around it. Becky grinned and licked her lips.

“My furniture arrives later this afternoon. I plan on staying here tonight so why don’t we plan on meeting tomorrow morning. I love to swim.”

She invited herself but that’s okay. She is about the same age as Becky and has kept herself in good shape since retiring from the Army. According to what Bobby had told me, she was an M.P. and in some special unit that investigated everything from murder to terrorism on bases all around the world. I imagined we would be swapping tales before the week is out.

We turned to walk away when she said, “Hey guys, I want you to know I am not a Lesbian. I’m bi!

Things just got a lot more interesting!