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The following evening Livia was already on her balcony when I went out onto mine. She was dancing again, in the same sinuous manner and I sat, sipping a nice rose wine and watched. For some moments she made no eye contact and I took in the sight of her. She was wearing a black slip, nothing else I was pretty sure, that reached just above her knees. The top was shaped to hold her breasts softly with thin, spaghetti straps one of which had slipped off her shoulder which was surprisingly sexy.?You think anyone can see us???No, I don?t think so.??Nor do I but people are being super-fucking-secret police and calling the KGB if they think the rules are being broken.? That was true. The police seemed to love the new powers they had acquired and the usual suspects were feeding them with whispers.The people in flat 12 had visitors!?The guy in number 63 doesn?t live here ? it?s his second home.Some of the whispers were true but a lot more were malicious, maybe settling old scores or simply have fun at another?s expense.?Where I grew up, people were so used to informing they didn?t know how to stop when democracy arrived. Not that it ever really arrived, it sort of peeped from behind a curtain, didn?t much like what it saw and disappeared while the fucking politicos carried on as normal.? She kept dancing. ?I loved coming here to England: no secret police; fucking girls was ok, mostly; money good; job good; everything pretty good; even the weather better. Then I meet my girlfriend and I stopped fucking everyone I could and started to be good woman. Then she goes back home almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahis.info/) for to visit her family.? She wiggled her fingers as inverted commas over the word family. ?My friend says she saw her out dancing with some fucking rich bastard and she looked like she was not just his sister!??Some friend.? She stopped dancing and looked at me, questioningly. ?Informing. Weren?t we just ranting about that.?She smiled. ?You?re right, Penny but she?s not so bad because I asked her to let me know if she saw Rosa.??Isn?t that what the police do???Fuck you.? She turned on her heel and flounced back into her flat, slamming the sliding window shut behind her. Well, I thought, she doesn?t like being contradicted. Too bad. I sipped my wine enjoying the novel experience of silent streets below my balcony and watched to see if I could see anyone else. Not a soul. I allowed my mind to wander and realised that Livia was probably hurting about her girlfriend and I?d been bitchy when I ought to have been gentle. I went and got my laptop and returned, opening it and typing.Livia. Forgive me. I should have known, respected that you are hurting about Rosa. I?m sorry. It hurts when someone you love cheats and I know you love her because you stopped fucking everyone you could for her. I was insensitive. I can only say I regret what I said.A while later, in fact as I was about to go inside, I heard her window slide open. She emerged, still in the black slip and came to the railings, placing her long fingers on them and looking at me. I said nothing and we watched each other warily almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahis.info/) as if something might kick off.?Nothing hurts as much as being told the truth when the truth is you are being a hypocrite. Your apology is accepted and I hope you will accept mine.?I nodded. ?I need another drink.? I stood, turned and walked to my open window.?Penny.? I looked back over my shoulder. ?Would you bring a glass for me too???What would you like.??The same as you.?A couple of minutes later I brought out the two glasses and put one on my table then went to my railings. She still stood exactly as before.?You want me to drink it for you???No, give it to me.? The distance between our balconies was about a metre. She extended her hand and hesitantly I reached towards her and her fingers closed around the glass and touched my fingers. We stood, like that, looking at each other. She tapped one of her fingers against mine. ?That is your good finger, the one you put in your mouth to help me cum, no???Yes.?She smiled. ?Is good. We have sex the second time we meet. Just like the old days before Rosa although I would probably have fucked you the first time if I?d been able to touch you. Now we are breaking the law together. We are fucking Bonnie and Clyde. Soon we will be robbing banks.??Which one is Clyde??She lifted an eyebrow. ?Well now. What an interesting question. Maybe we will see.? We were still holding the glass and touching. She said, very quietly, ?It is good to touch someone.? I nodded. ?Maybe we should drink and then I can give you a glass???Would that almanbahis casino (https://almanbahis.info/) involve touching again???Don?t be ridiculous. That is against the law. We would go to prison.??You?re right. We must avoid temptation.?She leaned over the railings and came as close as was possible. ?Fuck the law. Temptation is much more powerful.? With that she kissed my wrist, her lips lingering on my skin until with a sigh that could have been pleasure she eased the glass from my grasp and lifted it to her lips and drank. We drank, wordless, watching each other.Suddenly she spoke again. ?We had our first row. This is romantic I think???Oh, God, yes. Nothing more romantic than a fight on our third date.? We both laughed.?I will fetch us another drink. Give me your glass.?A few moments later she returned and reached across to me with the glass. My turn to touch her fingers and, to show I was recruited fully into her criminal gang, I leant and kissed her wrist.?Are you a slut with no panties again??I grinned. ?No, I am more formal this evening.??Show me.? I lifted my skirt. ?It is too dark. I cannot see properly.? She looked straight at me. Then she whispered, ?Why don?t you come round? If we have the disease we will already have infected each other, no???What about the neighbours???I?m not inviting them too.? We both laughed. ?I?ll keep your glass.?I went into my flat, checked my hair and face and put some shoes on. I changed my top from the blouse with a reminder of my supper spaghetti on it and pulled a camisole on over my braless tits. My nipples were hard, very hard. I considered changing my knickers but decided not to. I knew I was*clean for her.Her door opened as I approached as silently as I could, like, I thought, a thief in the night. She stepped aside to hold the door and I moved in and heard the click as the door closed.