Chapter 4
The lake and small park were about seven miles from their apartment building. They stopped at Leo's and got a couple of chickens wrapped in aluminum foil, some fruit and a case of beer. Mike loaded it into the trunk of his car.
Leo was an ex-fighter, now gone all to fat and he watched them load the food and beer into the car.
"Picnic?" he asked. Before they could answer he went on. "Too damned early for picnics. Never been on a damn picnic in my life anyway. Waste of time."
"How do you know?" Mike asked good naturedly. "You don't even haul yourself outside at all anymore."
Leo shrugged as if he recognized a hopeless cause and turned to go back inside.
Mike took his time driving through the city. It was nearly forty-five minutes before they were on the black topped road to the lake park. The day was still warm.
The tee shirt that Sandy wore molded her breasts and the pair of red shorts hugged her firm, but ample hips snugly. She wore her chestnut hair rather short. It never needed much work. Sometimes, with her short hair and no makeup on her face she looked like a soft faced boy, but all Mike had to do was glance down at her chest to get back on the right track.
Mike's mind drifted. He could imagine his hands running up to grab the fullness of those heavy breasts. His cock grew in his pants. God, he thought, can't I ever forget about it? I just fucked her. But the images that appeared in his mind would not leave. He imagined that he could actually see his large cock head deep inside Sandy's heated cunt. He saw the rough flesh of her vagina rubbed smooth by the passage of his turgid shaft. He could see her muscles spasm and contract as the young girl came, her climax causing his own to burst full upon him: From the opening at the tip of his prick he watched as the great jets of milky white sperm shot out to bathe the walls of Sandy's pussy. His excitement grew as he watched the thick gobs of come ejaculate into the pink cavern.
Reluctantly Mike shook his head to clear the images from his mind. There would be much more time for that later on. But he was surprised at the intensity of his reaction to the girl that sat beside him. It had been greater even than his reaction to Elly the night before. And that had been considerable.
Sandy lay sprawled on the seat with her head halfway out the window. She had a lazy dreamy look on her face. Mike felt a sense of well-being creep over him and it was with a start that he realized what he was planning with Elly. The afternoon had been so casual and carefree that he had forgotten all about it. He tried to push it from his mind, but the thoughts came back to tug at him. He was glad when they finally got to the park and found a place for the car. They had to walk about a half mile to the beach down a winding rocky path. The trees had all of their leaves already and the birds made cheerful sounds as they raced about overhead.
Mike and Sandy got the food, beer and a blanket out of the trunk and walked down the winding path to the lake. Sandy walked ahead and Mike enjoyed watching the saucy bounce of her buttocks encased in the snug shorts as she tried to hold herself erect on the rocky path.
Lake of the Woods was a large lake about twenty miles long and nearly as wide. For the most part, it was surrounded by thick growths of fir and pine trees. There were a number of natural sandy beaches scattered along the miles of its shores and it was a popular place for relaxation for a large part of the southeastern corner of the state. It was a popular fishing spot, with its twenty miles length, but a start of a good wind could turn it choppy and turbulent. A number of boats and lives had been lost when a innocent calm day lured a boat too far out and then changed into a bitter squall.
Now the water was cool blue and there was no one on the beach. In the far distance two children were tossing food to the ducks that swam along the shoreline.
Mike bent down to feel the water temperature. "It's still chilly," he said.
"I'm not sure I want to go in anyway," Sandy said reluctantly.
Mike splashed a handful of water at her.
She jumped aside with a scream.
"Mike! Don't. It's cold."
Mike laughed, but he did not splash anymore.
In another couple of weeks this small part of the same beach would be crawling with shouting children and middle-aged women stuffed into outlandish bathing suits two sizes too small for them. They would be trying to soak up the sun and get a tan. But for now, Mike and Sandy had the beach to themselves. The children in the distance had disappeared.
The sky was a clear blue with a few puffy lazy white clouds scattered about. There was a gentle wind that was just right to keep them cool.
"It's beautiful, Mike," Sandy said. "I'm glad we decided to come."
"We?" Mike roared.
Sandy laughed. "Well, I'm glad that you talked me into it. Does that sound better?" Mike reached for her hand.
"Let's leave the food for a while. We can go and feed the ducks."
"What?" Sandy said surprised
"Haven't you ever fed the ducks?" Mike asked, an odd boyish grin on his face.
"Not for a long time," Sandy admitted, "but I'm game if you are."
Hand in hand they ran down the beach. They stopped at a concession stand hidden behind an outcropping of trees and bought two large bags of bread crumbs.
They walked to the water's edge and Mike tossed an open handful of bread crumbs onto the surface of the water.
The ducks swam toward them quickly.
"Oh, Mike," Sandy squealed. "This is marvelous."
She reached into the bag of bread crumbs and threw a small fistful to the ducks that swam at the edge of the water. The birds ate the crumbs greedily.
Mike watched happily as Sandy fed the birds. Not satisfied with what they were getting, several of the larger white ducks clawed their way out of the water and up the shallow bank. They milled eagerly around Sandy's feet.
"Ohh! Look at the big one," she cried. "Mike, do they bite?"
"Only if you bite them first," Mike replied.
Sandy emptied one of the bags on the ground and the ducks fluttered wildly fighting for the scraps that remained.
They passed the half hour feeding the rest of the other bag of bread to the hungry ducks.
At last Sandy turned to Mike and said, "Let's go back to the blanket."
They walked along the beach slowly, hand in hand.
Mike spread the blanket out on the ground while Sandy unpacked the lunch that they had brought with them. She got out the paper plates that she had brought from her apartment and they helped themselves to the chicken. Mike opened a couple of beers. The food tasted good and they were both hungry.
Sandy tried to be as domestic as possible, but the napkins and plastic forks that she set down were whipped up and carried away by the wind.
After they had eaten Mike stretched out on the blanket Sandy lay down beside him.
It was getting dark now. They lay on their backs and looked up at the stars that were becoming visible.
"It looks so big," Sandy said, her voice soft.
"What is?" Mike asked startled.
"Oh, out there," Sandy replied and gestured with her hand at the heavens. "It makes me feel so small and insignificant just lying here. I enjoy this, but I even get dizzy. It's as if I can feel the whole earth turning and I have to hang on or get thrown off."
Her voice droned on, but Mike could not keep his attention on it. His mind was on other things. He could not help wondering why Elly had chosen him for this thing with her husband. Why not somebody else? Why not just set it up herself and keep all the money rather than drag in a partner and have to split up the take. I just did not make sense. It was too damn easy. Hell, she was just making him a gift of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Sure he had to do a little work, but not a quarter of a million dollars worth.
He felt Sandy's hand reach out for his to hold it.
"Mike?"
"Hmmmm?"
"What are you thinking about."
"Nothing. Just resting."
"But you must be thinking about something," she prodded.
Mike rolled over on his side and faced her. She looked up at him with her eyes open wide. She smiled.
"I was thinking about money," he said. "A whole lot of money. And I was thinking about how much I would like to have it."
Sandy regarded him silently for a moment.
"You know, Mike," she said, "You're funny. I mean, sometimes I just can't figure you out." Her forehead wrinkled in a frown. "What money were you thinking about?"
"Oh, none in particular," he lied easily. "I was just wondering how it would be to be rich. To have all the money you wanted so that you could buy and have anything that suited your imagine."
Sandy's face relaxed. She could understand this kind of fantasy.
"What would you buy with all the money you were thinking about," she asked.
"I'd buy you the biggest present in the world," he said as he swung to his feet eager to be done with this line of talk now that it had gone this far.
"Let's swim," he suggested.
They looked up and down the beach and saw that it was empty.
Mike looked at Sandy. She was looking at him with a sexy grin on her lips. Mike waited for her to say it.
"There is nobody here," she said. "We could swim naked."
"Just what I was thinking," Mike answered.
Sandy crossed her arms over her head and pulled up her shirt. There was just enough light left from the moon and stars so that Mike could see her clearly. Her lace bra could hardly contain the firm jutting mounds of her breasts. The large tits strained at their unnatural prison. Sandy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and struggled to pull them down. Her breasts jiggled pleasantly as she tugged at the tight shorts. Then she stood there in just her bra and panties. There was something wildly exciting about seeing her there in the dim light almost naked except for the bra and wisp of white around her loins. Mike was aware of this and wondered about it since he had seen her naked so many times in the past. His hand and fingers had explored every crevice and opening in her glorious body. Now here she was exciting him while she still had her breasts and luscious cunt concealed from his gaze. His mouth was dry as he watched her.
She looked up at him.
"Well, come on," she said. "You, too."
Mike felt his cock begin to harden in his pants.
He was still fully dressed. He had been staring at her. She waited now until he began to unbutton his shirt. Then she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She let the cups fall away from her firm globes slowly, knowing that Mike was watching. The straps slid down her arms and the bra dropped to the sand. Mike stood still as he saw a combination of the wind caressing her and a tingle of excitement cause the nipples of her breasts to enlarge and harden into sharp points.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "Do you like my breasts?"
Mike could only nod his head in agreement.
"Look at the nipples, Mike. See how hard they are."
Her fingers plucked lightly at the dark buds that tipped her full breasts.
Mike swallowed.
"Now the rest," Sandy breathed.
With a quick movement she stepped out of her panties and, throwing them at Mike, made a mad dash for the water. He had only an instant to catch a glimpse of the heavy bush of light hair that covered her pussy. But the sight of it was enough to cause his prick to swell further, causing him to hurry and pull his own pants off so that his rod would be free as well as to allow him to follow her into the water.
"Last one in carries the rest of the beer back to the car," Sandy yelled as Mike struggled with his clothes in a frenzy. Fuck the beer, he thought. That was one of the last things on his mind. He got his legs free of his pants and ran after the girl as she raced for the water. They hit the cold water almost together.
"It's freezing," Sandy cried.
It was cold. Mike felt his ardor begin to cool. The temperature of the water had not been too bad on his naked hand a while back, but the shock as it hit his cock and balls was immense. He let the thoughts of Sandy's tits and cunt fade for a moment from his immediate thoughts.
Mike tried to keep his teeth from chattering.
He surfaced from a shallow dive and teased, "It's not cold. Women are supposed to have an extra layer of fat to insulate them anyhow."
Sandy said something, but the sounds of her splashing in the water blotted out most of her words.
Mike floated on his back for a few minutes. Then he rolled over and slipped into an easy overhand crawl stroke. He never went in much for team athletics. He had played football and did the shot-put in track and field in high school, but he liked individual private exercise better, so he had always swam a great deal. He had not been in the water since last fall, but as he stretched his arms and kicked his legs, he felt the rhythm of the movements coming back and he kept up the powerful strokes until he was out about a hundred and fifty yards.
The farther out he went the colder the water got, but as he worked he felt his muscles loosen up and he felt much better. He stopped and looked back at the beach and could not see Sandy. It was too dark and he could just barely make out the white sand of the beach nearly two hundred yards away. He knew that Sandy would be splashing around in some shallow area so he began to swim back to shore.
Going in was tougher. He was out of shape and the swim had eaten up most of his energy reserve. He was snorting and puffing like a steam engine when he saw Sandy about twenty-five yards from the shore.
She was treading water and was out of breath.
"Where were you?" she asked. She swallowed a mouthful of water and choked on it. Then she cleared her throat.
"I was just stretching out a little," he told her.
"I was beginning to worry. I'm not much good as a lifeguard you know."
"That's not the basis of my interest in you," Mike managed to say on the air taken in one short gasp.
"Are you tired?"
"I'm almost dead."
"You went out too far. You're not a fish. And you're not a teenage boy anymore either. You have to get used to exercise."
They were still treading water and Mike was eager to get back to firm ground.
"Let's swim back to shore," he said.
Mike swam slowly allowing Sandy to keep pace. Even as tired as he was he was a more powerful swimmer. They touched bottom about ten yards from the beach. Overhead the moon was a pale circle. Mike looked around to get oriented, trying to find the blanket where they had left it. A movement caught his eye.
"Hey," Mike yelled.
"What is it?" Sandy cried, trying to get her hair out of her eyes.
Mike ignored her and started to run through the water, but he moved too abruptly and stumbled. When he got to his feet he saw that there were two figures running along the beach. One of them was carrying the case of unfinished beer that they had left.
Mike started to run again and was suddenly conscious of his nakedness. He slowed down. What the hell, he thought. A couple of teen-agers. Let them have the beer.
Sandy came up to his side.
"Who is it, Mike?"
"Nobody," he said. "Probably just a couple of kids walking down the beach and they stumbled onto our beer. They didn't see us so they ran off with it. No big loss."
"Well, if you're sure," Sandy sounded dubious.
"What else could it be?" he asked.
But he was worried himself. It was probably just a couple of kids as he had told Sandy, but he had the Farris business on his mind and it made him jumpy. He tried to think of what connection this could have and he came up with a blank. No, it had to be just the beer.
Slow down, he told himself. You're getting jumpjr over nothing.
But the episode had cast a pall over their, fun. They both got out of the water and dried themselves quickly. The night was getting cold. Sandy slipped into her tee shirt and shorts, wrapping her wet swimming suit, bra and panties in her towel. Mike could see that she was nervous and wanted to get going. Now was not the time to reach for her body for sex.
They returned to the car and got in. Mike could not help but glance over the car as he got into it to see if anything had been tampered with, but it was dark and he said, "What the hell!" and got in and started the motor. Sandy snuggled up against his shoulder and turned on the radio. It was playing soft music. By the time they pulled up in front of the apartment building they had both pretty much recovered.
As Mike parked the car he remembered.
"The movie," he said. "I forgot"
Sandy looked up at him dreamily. The ride had been soothing.
"I forgot too," she said. "I really don't mind if we skip it now. I don't feel like going now."
"Fine with me," Mike said and leaned over and kissed her.
"I like that better than any movie," Sandy said as they parted.
"Oh?" Mike teased.
"Uhhuh. And other things too."
"Such as ? "
"Shall we go upstairs and find out? We can..." She left the sentence unfinished, but it was not necessary for her to go on.
Mike had a image in his mind of the lovely young girl spread out naked on her clean white bed the hair on her pussy like a beacon in the night calling his attention to the heated slit that lay beneath ready to welcome raging rod of flesh.
"I get the message," he said.
Mike locked up the car and they went inside. He stopped at his apartment to dump off his trunks and towel and told Sandy to go ahead, that he would be along in a minute. He took his time giving the girl a chance to get settled.
After a few minutes he walked the ten steps to her apartment door. He turned the knob slowly and walked in. She had her back to him, but he could see her stiffen slightly and he knew that she was aware of his presence in the room. He walked across the room and came up behind her. Silently he reached around her and cupped her firm breasts. She still wore the tee shirt and shorts, but was naked beneath them.
Mike felt the nipples of her tits stiffen and grow hard under his hands. He lowered his face and kissed the back of her neck. Sandy squirmed back into him and pressed tightly. Her full ass pressed against his hardening prick. Mike massaged her breasts easily with his hands.
"Oh," she said softly.
"Nice," he said.
"OH, BABY," the girl murmured.
She let her head fall back and Mike moved his lips into the hollow of her throat. With one hand he began to trace little designs on her stomach through the shirt. Finally he skipped his hand under the shirt. The touch of her skin was electric. It felt like small needles were running into his hands. He breathed deeply, smelling the clean smell of her. The water of the lake had removed any trace of perfume that she had worn, but she must have put something on while Mike had been in his apartment. Whatever it was it was dynamite. Mike moved both hands under the shirt now and felt the soft mounds of her breasts fill his hands. For a long time he just rubbed and caressed them because he knew that she loved to have breasts played with.
After several minutes he could tell by her shortened gasps that she was becoming more and more aroused.
"I love that," she moaned.
"I know you do, baby," Mike whispered. "Pull the nipples."
Mike did. He took them between this thumb and forefinger and plucked at them lightly. "More."
As he manipulated her tender flesh she ground her ass harder and harder into him. "I can feel your cock."
"Do you want it."
"You know I do."
"Now?"
"Let's play some more first,"
The sounds of her heated passion inflamed Mike even more.
He released her breasts and turned her around gently. She lifted her hands and arms over her head and he pulled the light shirt up slowly, letting the soft flesh of her heavy tits come slowly into view. He had seen the magnificent globes many times, but each time was like the first all over again. He savored the sights and he studied the trembling mounds with his eyes and his fingers. Her breasts were large and full, but they had the clean white softness of a teenage virgin. They were pale white with soft little patterns of blue veins beneath the surface. The rosy pink nipples were set in the middle of circles of puffed flesh. Mike trailed his fingers over them and watched as they grew even more rigid.
Sandy's nipples were large, the size of thimbles, and they quivered delicately as if beckoning his lips to them. They were meant to be sucked. He rolled them between his fingers and a soft sigh escaped from Sandy's lips. She stood there with her shoulders slumped, letting Mike get his fill of the wonderful white globes.
Mike bent down and sucked gently on one nipple, feeling it fill his mouth.
"Oh," Sandy said. "More. More. Suck me, Mike. Suck me.
Mike moved his mouth to the other breast and did the same thing. Sandy began to tremble and her breath was raspy in her throat.
Mike applied a slight pressure. She understood and sank to the carpeted floor with him.
She lay on her back, her breasts jutting upward like twin beacons. Her heels dug into the floor and her hips arched.
"Mike." Her voice was a hiss. "I'm ready now."
Mike used one hand to tug at her shorts, but they were too tight and he could not get them off. Sandy raised up on her feet a little and helped him with the tight red shorts. Beneath them her hot flesh burned. Together they peeled off the shorts slowly and, little by little, he could see her hidden flesh as it was exposed to his gaze. Small droplets of moisture attested to her passion as they clung tremulously to the silken curls of her chestnut triangle. The slightly parted slit was visible under the matted cunt hair.
Sandy kicked the shorts free of her legs and opened her lovely thighs wide to Mike's hand. The pink lips of her cunt pulled apart with a moist sigh and her rigid clitoris peeked from beneath the hood of her sweet little pussy lips. Mike ran his fingertips over the inside curve of the passionate girl's thighs, bringing forth a series of short little cries from Sandy's lips.
"Oh! Oh! God, Mike, it's soooo goooood. Put your finger inside of me. Stick it in. Stick it in."
Meanwhile the girl was busy with Mike's trousers.
Her eager fingers tore at the zipper and pulled his huge turgid cock out to where she could grasp it with both hands. A shudder of pure delight coursed through Mike's body. Sandy rubbed the purple head of her lover's prick with the palm of one hand while her other hand stroked the thick shaft. A droplet of moisture appeared on the tip near the large slit of the piss hole and Sandy spread it all over the head of the magnificent organ so that the friction of her hand would thrill Mike all the more.
Feeling the large weapon tremble in her hand Sandy moved one of her hands down the shaft and lifted gently at the sack containing Mike's balls. She tickled gently at the skin and rubbed the whole of Mike's cock and balls at once giving all the sensation that she could manage. The nut-like head of his cock seemed to grow in size and as it filled with his passion it turned a deep shade of angry purple. It was obvious that he could come at any moment. His sperm would shoot forth in huge jets before long at the current rate of stimulation.
But Mike was not only on the receiving end of all the furious sex play. He trailed his tongue down over Sandy's breasts pausing only a moment to suck hard at each large nipple. Then he moved on to the flat plane of her stomach. The muscles jumped beneath his questing tongue. With one hand he caressed her passion-filled breasts and with the other he sought out her womanhood. His fingers glided smoothly now into the curls of her cunt hair and touched the wonderful warm dampness of her yearning cunt. He felt the nubbin of her clitoris under the tip of one finger and he rubbed at it gently. He was aware of Sandy's aroused state, but was hardly prepared for the huge tremor that shook the girl's body and her simultaneous scream as he made first contact with her passion bud.
"AAAAAAaaaaahh," she screamed. "Lover, fuck me." Her hips jabbed up into the air with huge fucking movements clearly meant to bring some releif to her throbbing pussy.
But Mike was eager for other things. His lips moved into her fur and the tip of his tongue flicked over her gaping slit. Moisture poured from between the pink lips of her gash and coated the insides of her thighs. Mike could see her cunt muscles working as they twitched the bud of her clitoris up and down and the wide spread lips that guarded the inner opening to her vagina were pulled tightly aside. There was little question that she was ready now. Her open cunt would easily take even the swollen proportions of Mike's huge dick. And her orgasm would be upon her in seconds too.
Mike opened his mouth wide and took as much of the pouting flesh of her eager pussy as possible into his mouth. He sucked gently. Then harder.
Sandy's legs fluttered. It was as if any organized movement or control on her part was out of the question now.
"Wait," she cried. "Wait." She pushed at his head and struggled from beneath him. Mike jerked back surprised.
"I want to do you too," she breathed in his ear. "I want to do it. I want to suck your cock."
Mike sank back to the floor. Sandy pulled the remainder of his clothes off of him and threw them across the room. She knelt over him and let the tips of her breast brush maddeningly over his chest. Then she straddled him with an arm and leg on either side of his body and began to move her lips over him. She kissed his face and neck and then moved down with a series of almost painful little nips over his chest.
"You'll like what I'm going to do to you, lover," she managed to say with her lips pressed against his flesh. "I'm going to suck your big cock and drive you out of your mind."
All the while her breasts dangled and teased Mike as they touched his body ever so lightly as Sandy swayed back and forth. Little by little the girl worked her way downward. Her hot wet tongue darted over his tense stomach. Her tits with their enlarged tips dragged slowly over his heated cock and balls. Her fingers preceded her mouth and Mike could not hold back a sharp harsh gasp as her fingers found his prick and held it firmly. Her face was buried now in his pubic hair. She allowed one hand to take an even more downward path and it parted the cheeks of his ass to flutter briefly over the ring of his ass-hole.
Suddenly her mouth replaced her hand and Mike's towering cock was sucked deeply into the mouth of his randy partner. Her tongue rubbed roughly at its head. Her tongue tip tried to force its way into the slit on the tip of the huge instrument. Her hands meanwhile were busy with his balls and in the crack of his ass. Sandy sucked deeply and Mike felt the hard suction pull almost painfully at his organ.
In his overwhelming need Mike was not ready for the moment when Sandy freed his cock and moved her lips to his balls. Her tongue worked furiously there. Mike could not remember ever having been eaten with the same intense reaction of pure pleasure that now engulfed him. Her lips pulled at his scrotum. Her tongue darted against his heated flesh. One of her hands was lost in the crevice of his ass while the other pulled and rubbed at his horribly swollen cock.
It had to be now. It had to be now or he would shoot his full load right into her face that very moment.
Mike pushed at Sandy to roll her back off of him and, as she fell back onto the carpet on her back, he fell between her lush wide spread thighs.
His cockhead touched the outer lips.
"Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me hard," Sandy said heatedly. Make me feel it. Make me come."
With a single sudden thrust Mike buried his huge cock up to his balls deeply inside the pussy of the sobbing girl beneath him.
"OH," she cried as he pierced her to the quick.
She stiffened as soon as he entered her. Her whole body jerked uncontrollably and her mouth fell open. Her head jerked briefly and a long full moan fell from her lips.
All of their cock sucking and cunt sucking had insured that this fuck would not last long. Ordinarily Mike could keep up his stroking for an uncommonly long period, often to the open ecstasy of his partner who would have two or even three orgasms as Mike fucked her. But now it was different. His own passion was at white heat His eyes were seemingly glazed with a red haze that made the world around him seem far away and strange. He felt light as a balloon. It seemed as though every part of him was pulsating and expanding. The pressure grew and the light and sound in the room were blotted out. Only the cries of pleasure from the girl he was fucking came through to him. He knew that he was making her come. He knew that her orgasm was upon her. Her cunt pulled at his fast moving shaft.
"I'm there," Sandy cried. "I'm coming. Come, Mike come."
Mike could stand it no longer. There was a sudden explosion and wonderful kaleidoscope of colors burst before him. His nerves were hot wires and he seemed to dissolve in a frenzy of pure uncontained joy.
He fell back from her body exhausted. He did not know how long they lay there on the floor next to each other. They were both too worn out to even get up and get into bed. He knew he dozed a couple of times and he supposed that Sandy did, too.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. The shadows from the one small light that Sandy had left on made cozy little patterns on the ceiling. Somewhere in the city he heard bells ringing. Out in front of the apartment building, below Sandy's window, a dog barked. Someone shouted to the dog to be quiet and the dog barked once more, probably to show who was boss, and then was quiet. Mike continued to listen but it seemed as if the whole world was absolutely silent then.
He got to his feet and got his clothes together in a small pile. He picked up the shirt and shorts that Sandy had worn and threw them on a chair where she would have no trouble finding them the next day. Then he picked up Sandy and carried her into her bedroom. He got her under the sheet and backed out of the room quietly, slowly and carefully so as not to wake her. He turned off the one small light that was burning in the living room and picked up his clothes. Then he went out the door and walked the seven steps across the corridor to his own apartment. He felt in his pocket for the key and opened the door. He should have at least put his pants on he thought, but he didn't expect to see anyone at this hour and he got inside his apartment without any incident. He dumped the dirty clothes into the laundry hamper and fell into bed. He was sound asleep before his head ever hit the pillow.