The guy, the neighbor and the virgin part 1
Boxes in the hall and sweaty workmen moving them into the apartment across from mine. This is what I find on a Saturday morning when I go outside. A new neighbor. Hope he or she is better than the last one. An old hag who was always complaining about everything. Finally kicked the bucket. I turn to walk away. “Hi, you must be my new neighbor.” Certainly doesn’t sound like an old hag, sounds quite nice actually. I turn around and see that the voice is surpassed by the visual that greets me. A knock out blond with all the features that would launch a thousand ships. Before my brain can register every detail of her, it tells me that she looks a bit overdressed for moving day. High heel shoes, short black skirt and …