The third house we had just checked was at South Bay. Leaving there, we headed to Benefit Street, Sherman Oaks.
That was where the next house on the list was located, and I was very pleased by the sight of a woman in her twenties waiting for us at the front, ready to give us a tour.
Echo!!
As we stepped out of the vehicle, I activated the technique, and just like that, I had the entire layout of the house in my head.
We greeted our guide, who just so happened to be called Lana—a name that gives one idea when pronounced backwards, especially considering the shape of her rear.
"Don't you think she has a great ass?" I pulled Martha close and asked as we followed Lana into the house.
Of course, the dark-haired woman ahead of us heard me. She nearly missed a step, clearly surprised by my words.
Martha, who was by my side, had to blink twice to understand whom I was referring to. I pinched her butt when she glared at me.
