Relaxes, but he gets a visitor asking for help

Frank poured himself a drink and settled back in an armchair, reflecting on the events of the day. He smiled quietly, thinking about Jane's tight young pussy, and Letitia's greedy little body, and punishing the thieving Patty. All young and tight and enslaved by the ****. Excellent, he thought. Excellent.

In the midst of his rumination, his doorbell rang. Frank sighed, took another pull of his drink, and answered the door.

"Hi neighbour!" a pretty woman in her thirties greeted him with a smile. "I'm Karli Gustafson, and I'm really hoping you can help me!"

"I hope I can too," Frank smiled, eyeing the woman. She was dressed in tight shorts and a plaid shirt tied in a knot below her ample breasts. "What can I do?"

"Do you know anything about cars? Mine won't start and I simply have to go out."

"I don't know anything about cars, I'm sorry. I wish I did."

"Oh poop! That's terrible! It's not your fault, but it's terrible! I guess I'll call a cab."

"Hold on. I may not be able to fix a car but I can drive one. Let me give you a ride."

"Really? That's so sweet! You're an angel! Mr. Castillo, right?"

"Make it Frank. Come on in. Let me get you a drink while I change my clothes. What would you like?"

"What are you having?" she asked looking at the glass in his hand.

"Whiskey. Can I get you one?"

"Sure! I'm not much of a whiskey drinker. I hope I don't get silly!"

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Frank chuckled pouring her a drink and slipping a dose of the **** into it. "Here you go. I'll just change and be right back. Make yourself at home!"

"Thanks Frank! Mmmm this is tasty. You're such a sweetheart!"

Frank smiled and went upstairs to change his shirt, taking his time to give Karli time to finish her drink.