Jimmy has a better idea.

“Come on. I’ll show you my hideout.” With that Jimmy starts down the hallway not even acknowledging her statement about going to his mothers. Stacie heads after him wondering where she is being led to. Down through the twisting hallways of this building they roam.

Suddenly Jimmy opens a big door that leads into a big open warehouse storage area, empty except for bits of random debris and lots of dust. There are no lights in the room but it is illuminated by the streetlight coming in through the mostly broken windows. Jimmy heads right on into the open space and heads for another door on the other side of the room. “Man this place is old.” Stacie’s voice echoes. Finally coming to the door she sees it is locked with a chain.

“My hideout.” Jimmy says as he grabs the chain and slips the door open. Stacie realizes that the chain isn’t really locking the door, but it would sure warn somebody inside the room if someone tried to get in. He stoops inside and holds the door for her. Trusting this simple giant, Stacie also slips in. Once inside Jimmy closes the door and flips the light switch.

“Holy crap!” Stacy exclaims. Inside is what looks to be a room completely converted to a living space. Complete with a sink, king sized bed and a table with chairs. A Microwave is sitting on what appears to be a counter next to the sink. Some cupboards are bolted to the wall and a full sized fridge is next to them. There is even a door with the word “Boys” scrawled on the front leading to a bathroom.

The place is also a pigsty. Used food containers are strewn about the kitchen area and the rest of the room is a mess. Collected junk litters the floor and odd pictures are taped all over the walls, which really need a paint job. The bed sheets are in disarray and really need to be cleaned as well.

“This is incredible, Jimmy” Stacie marvels. “Who built this place? I mean I would never have thought this was here.”

Beaming with joy Jimmy replies “Mom built it for me. She says I’m her special man. I get my own place to live like a real man.” Proudly stating “I’ve been here since I was little. ‘I’m independence’ that’s what mom says.”

Realizing as Jimmy goes on and on about his “independence” that his mother has obviously spent great deals of money to keep her son out of her life. This makes Stacie feel very sad for the giant man-child.

Suddenly Jimmy looks at Stacie and goes all bashful again. Looking down at herself she again sees the problem. “Jimmy, can I borrow one of your shirts, please?” She asks. He nods shyly and goes over to some cupboards. Pulling out a large yellow shirt he hands it over to Stacie. “I’m going to put this on and use the restroom, Okay?”

“Okay, Stacie” Jimmy replies. Stacie tiptoes through the crap on the floor and into the bathroom closing the door. She peels off her sister’s wet tiny white Tee, silently vowing some kind of ****, and slips on Jimmy’s yellow T-shirt. Not surprisingly it extends almost to her knees. It is ridiculously huge. But seeing how long it is let’s Stacie decide that she will also shed her too tight shorts as well, leaving only her panties on. She stuffs her wet cloths into her backpack, finishes using the bathroom and steps back into Jimmy’s room.

Jimmy is sitting at the table with two steaming microwave dinners and silverware ready presumably waiting for her. Stacie is quite hungry so wastes no time in digging in. After they are done she looks at Jimmy and asks “So how am I gonna get home?”