I could only describe my last year of high school as “rough.” I had been dumped, stood up by my hastily-found prom date, and nearly failed a few classes from grief over my breakup, losing my honors status and my biggest scholarship. I was absolutely thrilled to be moving to another town where I didn’t know a single person.
I couldn’t afford the dorms now that I was sans-scholarship, but I found a small house in a nearby neighborhood that was renting an extra room. As I was moving my things in, I couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous woman next door. She was doing some gardening in the front yard, and I tried not to be too obvious that I was checking her out. I made a point of carrying the biggest, heaviest objects when she was looking, even though I’m kind of a skinny guy.
I was a little disappointed when her husband came out to talk to her, but it’s not like I should have been surprised. Hot, redhead, and busty isn’t the kind of girl who typically finds herself single. The husband drove off after a few minutes, and she went back to her gardening.