Joanna Kowalski is an elderly widow who has lived next door to me for the past five years. She's community spirited, but as nosy as a hound.  For the first time since I'd set up shop and residence in my apartment-cum-office, I was glad to see her. That was only because I didn't know what she had on her mind.

She cleared her voice loud enough to get our attention and interrupt my sister's incestuous kiss. That brief respite was all I needed to disengage myself from my sister and jump back quickly on the business side of my desk.

"Uh--Joanne," I said, trying to get control of my gag reflex. "What c-can I d-do for you."

Sharyl turned to Joanna and grinned.  

"He's my big brother," she announced. "I love him more than anything else on earth."

Joanna's right eyebrow raised. I saw a whole new era of rumors being generated behind her eyes, but she dismissed that for the moment with a shake of her head.

"Mr. Wickham," she said. "You saw what just happened between me and that boy."

I sat down and gave a reluctant nod.  Just the tone of her voice made me worry.  Sharyl slinked over behind me and began massaging the back of my neck with her breasts. Both Joanna and I pretended not to notice.

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