my pregnant neighbor_(1)
I was 58 years old when Shelly came into my life. I had been living alone since my kids had left home and my wife died, and having lots of unoccupied time I took to doing a lot of work in the yard. Over the years I had built myself a nice deck, planted shade trees, a tall privacy hedge and put in an artificial rock waterfall that fell into a small poll surrounded by flowers. The upkeep kept me busy but the results far outweighed the labor. I spent countless hours lazing in the shade of my deck, smelling the flowers and listening to the gentle splashing and gurgling of my waterfall; reading, relaxing or just enjoying the little slice of Eden I had created for myself. I was having coffee and reading the …