Linda

Midnight came, but had not gone by the time he heard the knock on the door, a mere convention, as Linda had the key—it being her room after all.  He then heard Jones rumble, “Good evening, Ma’am,” as he locked the door, closed it, and locked it behind her.

Linda always showered in pheromone before coming to see him.  In a way, she was his step sister, 20…