So there I was, suffering from writer’s block badly. I’d been typing away at this for what seemed like a few hours and was getting nowhere. To say I was frustrated would be an understatement.
I heard the door open downstairs. “I’m still up here” I called out with a groan, “and still not getting anywhere.”
“That’s not good” I heard as the door closed “can you take a break?”
“I guess I should, let me just finish this bit” I said as I saw her walking up the stairs. She flashed me a smile, her arms full of books, rugged up in her big coat. Even wrapped in her coat she was still a sight – just short of shoulder length brown hair, in that hot almost sex hair semi messy style, mouth that was always with a hint of a cheeky smile and eyes that could never not have a twinkle in them. Frustratingly the coat hid her figure but I knew from extensive and thorough investigation that she, being a part time personal trainer, was lean and perky, without being over the top. The type of figure you’d sneak a longer than usual look at the beach – and I’d noticed enough people, guys and girls doing it, to be certain.