I have always been very careful. The doors are double locked. The music is always playing. The windows are closed. I don’t have many friends in this boring town. So, I don’t have visitors. I have had one close call in about two years and it wasn’t close. I had been “napping” so I looked frazzled.
When I moved into this new house, I used the same precautions. The doors, the windows, and the music. But somehow, I made friends.. or at least I started to.
They lived across the street and stopped by when they were drunk. They were drunk a lot. There was a hot one with a girlfriend. There was a sketchy one that I couldn’t trust.
It was the one I couldn’t trust that walked by the window that night. I was in full view and naked. A customer was telling me to spread my ass and then play with my boobs. I heard him knock and hit the floor. I crawled to my clothes.
I was shaking when I answered the door. The truth came out. I’m not good at secrets. Then everyday, a bit more truth came out.
I wish it was the hot one.. but it’s hard to talk when he’s so sexy and unavailable.