I asked him to sit down while I got him (and myself) a beer. A t-shirt from some bowling league completed the garb. He was dressed in faded, blue jeans with a large brass buckle on his belt. He also wears glasses giving him a bit of a nerdy look.
He is a tall, very thin guy with a mustache. I opened the door and invited him in, not really thinking that I was in my underwear. I looked thru the peephole and there was my neighbor. I was not expecting anyone as I very seldom am asked for any charitable donations. About a half-hour later, there was a knock on the door and I got up, beer in hand, to see who was there. I thought wrong!Ī couple of days later, I got home from work, shed all my clothes except my boxer shorts, grabbed a cold beer and sat down to watch the evening news. I invited him to stop over anytime for a drink if he felt like it, not really thinking that he would. He said that he had to, as his wife and kids had gone to visit the grandparents, that they were to be gone two weeks. I kidded him about having to do the shopping for his family. One day I was doing some grocery shopping when I ran into the husband. Our social interaction is one of casual greetings and not much more. The wife is a homemaker and the husband, about 41, is an accountant. And, a married couple with 2 children in their early teens on the other.
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A professional couple on one hand, very seldom home. There are neighbors on each side of my place. So, I rent porno cassettes and have the problem well in hand. I am not the bar pickup type I feel the chase is not worth the effort most of the time. The people are friendly but not intrusive.
It is a quiet, family neighborhood: soccer, little league, garage sales. I'm a divorced man of 39, no kids and living by myself in a house that I rent.