Cristiana recommends . . .

I get dressed and give Cristiana a long, lingering kiss. Her stepmother has faded away into her own bedroom. I wonder what she’ll do with all the sex toys? . . . Come to think of it, I wonder if they’re actually hers? I bet they are. As we walk toward the front of the apartment, I hear the vibrator going behind the closed door. Yep . . .

“Iain, I have a suggestion for you,” Cristiana says quietly.

“What is it, baby?” I ask.

A smile lightens her face at the endearment. “Don’t go in order—go to the McKees in #503 first.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Two reasons, hot rod.” She grins. “One, Monica’s mom, at least, works normal hours; you’ll have time to fuck her if you go there now, but give it an hour or so and you might be tight on time. Brooke goes to work late and stays really late, so you’ll have plenty of time to fuck both the titty twins.” There’s that label again. She used it without even thinking about it.

“What does Brooke do?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” Cristiana replies with a small frown. “None of us do, including her daughters. She doesn’t talk about work at all. A lot of us in the building wonder, but we have no idea. Anyway, reason #2: Monica’s a virgin. You’ll need more time with her—and she needs you more. If you don’t get to the twins for a while, they aren’t exactly undersexed.” Her face is wry. I laugh and give her one last long kiss, then head back to my apartment to wash up.