In the Neighbour’s Bedroom

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I watched with an odd sadness and remorse as Mrs Burr from next door packed the last of her boxes into the car, shutting the trunk behind her. The removal men had been by earlier and packed up all the larger furniture and household items, driving them to the new house in Ohio. At that point in time, I resented her husband Malcolm for making her move. Little Malcolm Burr with his pot belly and short, stubby little fingers, as well as the ego of a man who was over seven ft. His mood swings and petulant tantrums were the talk of the street. The talk of the area, even. How Cath put up with him and his monstrous attitude I didn’t know. Except I kind of did know. She and I had been banging for the past four years. It happened sort of by accident the first time. Malcolm had been out of town on one of his many business trips so I had invited Cath and her two teenagers over for dinner. At that stage, they had been in the small area for less than six months and I hadn’t had much to do with the family. Being the polite neighbor I was, I invited her over for dinner and drinks to give her something to do and cure the boredom. Her two teenage children Erica and Robbie deemed it not cool to have dinner with the middle aged neighbor next door, so that left just Cath and I. As is usually the case, it started with a bottle of wine, which was followed by another bottle of wine, and then another. I then had the brilliant idea of breaking out some scotch and drinking that. By the time midnight rolled around we were both very drunk, sitting on the sofa telling each other stories from our college days and adolescence. Cath then leaned in to kiss me, which I was surprised at first but welcome the attention, despite her being married. Perhaps it was the drink? Or perhaps she was lonely? Whatever it was, we ended up having great drunk sex that night. Cath was pretty, I could admit that, but up until that point, I had never viewed her as more than the wife of my neighbor. I admired her from a distance but it never went into full blown attraction. She wasn’t really my type. Like most men my age, I liked younger women, and not just by a few years. Some of these girls were more than ten years younger. Cath being the same age as me, she had never caught my eye in that way, up until that night. It was very awkward in the morning when we inevitably met out by the letter boxes, but apparently, our drunken escapades had triggered something in her, and whenever she could manage to sneak away, we had a quickie. But now she was being taken away from me, the woman who had been a steady source of sex for me for the past four years. I didn’t love her, that didn’t enter into the equation and it wasn’t part of our arrangement, it was merely a sex thing between us, but still, I would miss her and the wild times we shared. I watched as they got ready to leave, and then Cath said something to Malcolm. I saw her walking towards my house, knocking gently on the front door and pushing it open, not waiting for me to answer. She came and stood next to me at the large living room window that looked directly into their property. I could see their front yard and out cinsel bilgiler onto the street a little, as well as their kitchen, some of the living room and parts of the upstairs bedroom, which I loved because sometimes Cath put on shows for me when no one else was around. “This is it,” Cath sighed. “It is,” I answered, not turning to face her. “I don’t think we should keep in contact once I get to Ohio. It will be too dangerous. I’ll ring you when I have time, but that’s it. No more emails or sneaky nude photographs for each other.” “Fair enough,” I said. She stood next to me and placed her head on my shoulder. We moved out of the way of the viewing window and kissed before I walked her to the door, where we kissed one last time before she had to get back to her family. “The people moving in,” I said. “Are they at least decent neighbors?” An odd look washed over Cath’s face and she smiled smugly and secretively. “Goodbye,” she said, not answering my question. I went back to the viewing window and saw Cath get in the car, but not before taking one last look at my house. She’s gone, I thought as Cath, Malcolm, Erica and Robbie drove off into the distance, away to Ohio. As I watched the family drive off, I mentally wished them good luck being stuck in a car with Malcolm for thirty five hours, driving from California to Ohio. Being the miser that he was, Malcolm didn’t want to fork out the money for plane tickets. How Cath would survive from now on, I didn’t know. I was in a melancholy state for the rest of the evening, not feeling like doing anything. It would have been easier for me if feelings hadn’t been there, but Cath and I had been conducting an affair for the past four years, I’d be lying to myself if I said that I didn’t feel for her or miss her. The Burr’s were the first decent neighbors I’d had in a long time, the few people before them who had lived in that house were assholes. I had a bad run when it came to neighbors. When I first moved in an elderly couple lived next door. They were not very nice people. Both of them were cantankerous, mean spirited old people, very nosy and getting into everyone’s business. They really disliked me. Probably because they saw the women leaving my house each weekend. The number wasn’t excessive, it was mostly the same girls each time, it was the age thing I guess they had issue with. I had the last laugh, though, when their adult children came to take them away to a nursing home, I slept with their daughter Clara. The next people to move in were a young power couple, yuppies as they would have been known. Man did she have him on a tight leash with all her rules and regulations. She had a timetable for everything, I bet even their sex life was on a schedule. She even tried to impose schedules and timetables with me, asking me to have my living room lights off by a certain time otherwise it interrupted her sleep pattern because the light shone out of the viewing window. Then there was the noise rule. No loud TV or music after ten pm and no power tools after dark. She then asked me if I could only have parties or get-togethers cinsellik bilgileri on certain days and certain times of the year. “No,” I told her, with a few expletives thrown in there. When she insisted and threatened me, I started doing everything she had asked me not to do. I wasn’t breaking any rules because I was never excessively loud, just loud enough to annoy her. They moved out soon after, which means that I won that battle. Then the Burr’s moved in, the best neighbors I ever had. But now they were gone and I was certain that the cycle of rotten next door neighbors would start up again. Two days later I saw a new removal truck pull up and start unloading furniture that belonged to the new neighbors. An hour later a dark blue hatchback pulled into the driveway and a young girl stepped out and stood in the driveway, staring at her new house. At least I have something to look at, I considered. For the rest of the day I watched her walk back and forth between her car and the house, loading and unloading boxes and bags of her belongings. I didn’t see anyone else arrive so I deemed that she was all alone in her new house. I decided I would wait a day or two before going over and introducing myself. Moving can be very hectic and stressful, and the last thing anyone needs is a random stranger at their front door. I spent most of my time at the viewing window that weekend, watching the attractive dark haired girl. I couldn’t see her face overly well but she had a great body. Even if she turned out to be a complete bitch, I still had something to look at through my viewing window. I headed over there the next day with a small bunch of flowers to break the ice and set things in motion. As I walked up the path to her house I could music from within. I knocked on the door and waited. The music was turned off and the door was opened. I got my first proper glimpse of my new next door neighbor. She was very pretty, in an everyday sort of way, as my mother would say. She was no supermodel, but what girl was in these parts? It was her eyes though, that drew me in. They were of the palest, lightest blue. So pale that one could mistake them for being closer to white than blue. It was very nearly unnerving to look at her, her eyes were so pale and icy blue. That coupled with her long dark hair made for a very intense look. Some people may have found it intimidating or too much, I found it very bewitching and was attracted to this young girl straight away. “Hello,” she said, smiling at me. She wasn’t from around these parts. Her voice had a very distinct Southern twang to it, but it wasn’t so strong that it dominated her speech. “Hi,” I said. “I live next door, I’m Renard Cassidy. Welcome to the neighborhood.” I handed over the flowers which she graciously accepted, beaming at me in response. “I’m Therese Hicks. Pleasure to meet you Mr Cassidy,” she said. “Thank you for the flowers.” “No problem, and please, call me Renard,” I smiled. From the look of her, Therese seemed to me to be in her early to mid-twenties, no older than twenty seven. I started to wonder how cinsellik hakkında bilgiler she had been able to afford a house like this, given that it was a decent sized house built for a family, and she was just one girl. “I hope you don’t think me rude, but I have a lot of unpacking to do.” “Not at all,” I replied. “Thanks. We can talk again soon, when I am not so busy. Bye for now Fox.” And then she shut the door before I had time to properly say goodbye. Wait, I thought as I started to walk away, did she just call me Fox? I think she did. Little tease, I thought with a smile. I didn’t see Therese much over the next week or so. If I bumped into her we always greeted each other cordially, but it never extended beyond conciliatory. I don’t know if she could see more or not, or she knew I was watching, but sometimes at night, after I had eaten dinner and was sitting down with a glass of wine, I would see her in her bedroom, sometimes wrapped in a towel fresh from the shower, other times topless, and sometimes in just her bra and panties. I would sit by what I called the viewing window and take a few sneaky peaks. The viewing window was for me, placed in a rather serendipitous place. If I stood right in the middle and stared out, I could see into parts of the kitchen and living room next door. If I looked up and to the right, I could see partially into the bedroom, and if I looked further to the right, I could see into the upstairs bathroom a bit, but the glass was frosted on the small windows so there was no point in even trying to look. Cath Burr knew that I watched her, and she sometimes even used to put on shows for me in the rooms I could see into, when nobody else was home. One of the many perks of being a bachelor was that I was home alone all the time and didn’t have to worry about anyone catching me, Cath did so the shows were few and far between, but I appreciated it all the same. I don’t think Therese knew that I was watching, but if she did then maybe she liked it seen as she used to walk around half naked nearly every single night. It wasn’t until she had lived in the house for little more than a month that we had a proper interaction and a decent chat. It was a hot day, it was the beginning of summer after all, and she was lounging outside on the patio wearing a skimpy dark gray bikini with a thin white single thrown over top, covering her chest. Her dark hair was in two long French plaits on the side of her head. I grew up in a family of girls, so I know all about the different types of plaits, hair and makeup which doesn’t do a lot for my masculinity. I was outside in the garden doing yard work and I peeked over the fence and saw Therese relaxing on the lounger, listening to music and painting her nails. Next to her on the small round table was a pitcher of what looked like icy cold mojito with rounds of lime and chunks of ice suspended in the liquid with a few mint leaves for garnish. Some of the liquid was already in a tall glass next to the pitcher, a black straw peeking over the edge. In that heat, the pitcher of mojitos looked very appealing, almost as appealing as the young girl in the skimpy bikini, wearing aviator shades and painting her nails. “Hi Fox,” she said to me, not looking up from what she was doing, flexing her knuckles towards her and gently blowing on her freshly painted nails. “Kentucky,” I greeted her, hoping that my guess was right. I did have a somewhat good ear for accents but Therese’s still baffled me slightly.

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