Recommend reading Neighborhood Play, Chs. 1-6, first, for more in-depth character descriptions.
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It was a Saturday morning, and I was heading home from Violet's house by a back way through an alley, hoping that none of the neighbors would see me. My hair was a mess, my clothes wrinkled and I needed a bath ---- bad.
My house backed up to a park, so I had to go back on the sidewalk for the last block, where I ran into Mr. Johannsen four houses down. He was watering his lawn and said "hi." I put my head down, shouted out "hello" and continued my fast-walk home. Just as I got near the house, I saw Sally next door, sitting on her front steps looking at her phone. There was no avoiding her, and no pretending like I was in a hurry.
"Hi, Lucy," she waved. "Come talk to me."
There was no getting out of this, so I walked up her sidewalk with a sheepish grin, wearing my short jean skirt, my red blouse and flip flops.
"Where have YOU been," she inquired with a grin of her own. She was barefoot, wearing yellow short-shorts, that barely covered her thighs, and a cropped blue and yellow t-shirt that said Carleton College, where she was headed to school in September.
"Are your parents home," I asked. "If not, let's go inside."
"Sure," she said, intrigued. "Have you had breakfast? I can make you some eggs."
"That would be lovely," I said.
I sat down at the kitchen counter as she threw a small pan on the stove and cracked two eggs over the edge.
"So what are you doing 'walk-of-shaming' down the street at 10 o'clock in the morning?" she asked, her hands on her hips, pretending to be judgemental.
"You know, I thought after two months that all of this off-the-hook sex stuff was over," I said, "but I guess it's not."
"Would you like to elaborate?" she said with a small grin.
"I went over to Violet's last night ---- we have been hanging out a lot lately ---- and Franklin was there," I said. "We had a couple of beers, then went inside to watch 'No Time To Die."
I trusted Sally; she was not only my next door neighbor and a good friend, but I had never known her to be indiscreet. I went through the entire night, and this morning's adventures (Chs 5-6), leaving out no details. She sat spellbound for nearly 30 minutes, our eggs getting cold, as I painted the picture as clearly as I could remember, leaving out most of the dirty talk for brevity. At several junctures, her mouth hung open in complete awe; a few times saying things like "are you fucking kidding me?" or "holy shit that is so hot," or "I just can't believe it. Violet's mom."
We were facing each other on two high stools across the kitchen counter as I finished, her elbows on the table, chin in her hands. She sat back and let out a heavy sigh.
"Man, Luc, you really ARE a sexual superhero. For real," she said, astounded.
