Old man Grayson started the ball rolling. The old describes him well, even if it doesn't go far enough. The old boy was older than dirt, a lot of which seemed to cling to him. And his house. Eventually Social Services came knocking on his door and the poor guy was carted away to an assisted living place.
A couple of busy-body biddies protested this high-handed action, saying the old man would die away from his beloved home. Ha, you could have fooled me. The silly old coot couldn't even recognise which house was his when he came back from down the street. His grandson petitioned the court to become his Trustee and the court assigned him the rights without any problems.
A decent young man, his grandson. He put the old house up for sale and set up a trust account to pay the old man's fees at the assisted living place. He got a decent sum for the land, too, because it was big enough to put up some townhouses once the old place was torn down. I saw what the place was like inside and if I'd been the grandson I'd have used a match to level the place. I still shudder to think of what it must have been like living in it.
Still, with the old place gone the builders came in and four very nice units went up and were put up for rent. They were snapped up pretty quickly, too, as there was a shortage of rental property in our area.
The front unit nearest my place was rented by Sonya and Brandon, a younger couple who were only recently married. Brandon was about twenty five and an average sort of man. He worked for one of the big banks but I don't think his job had anything to do with the financial side. A programmer, was my understanding.
Sonya was several years younger than Brandon. I thought she was probably about twenty but I wasn't going to swear to it. I'm not exactly an expert at picking a woman's age. A mug's game that. Get it right and they feel insulted. Go high when they want you to go low, or go low when they want you to go high, doesn't matter. They feel insulted.
If I was asked to describe Sonya I'd do it with two simple gestures. Hold my cupped hands high to the sides of my head to indicate the abundance of blonde hair that she had, and then hold my cupped hands a good six inches away from my chest to indicate the abundance of her mammary development. If she has a child it sure won't go hungry.
Mind you, the rest of her figure was quite good, too. Slender waist, nicely flaring hips, graceful arms and legs, and a sway on her hips when she walked that had men drooling and watching.
Oh, one other thing. I did get the impression that Sonya wasn't the brightest spark around. I'm not saying that she was dumb. More lazy, I think, in not thinking things through. Probably efficient when she applied herself but she'd have to consider the effort worthwhile.
I'd run into Sonya several times while down the street. She was a vivacious and friendly young woman with a tendency to flirt a bit. Not that I minded. It always does your ego good to have it stroked by a pretty young thing.
With Thanksgiving coming on a number of houses in the court were holding barbecues. They were rather free and easy affair for those of us who lived in the court. If you wanted to crash one you went right ahead and crashed and nobody would object. The renters in the four new units fitted right into this philosophy. Seeing I enjoyed barbecues I had a tendency to drop by most of them. Why not? Congenial company and a free feed and I always took a long a few bottles, even though I'm not much of a drinker myself. I'd learnt long ago that the man with a few bottles was always welcome.
I'd run into Sonya and Brandon at a number of these functions. Brandon would go as he felt it his duty to get to know his neighbours and Sonya would go because she was just naturally gregarious. She also took the time to flirt with me when we did meet.
It was having a drink and then running into Sonya that gave me the brilliant idea. It must have been the drink because I wouldn't have thought of this without it. Now I have been known to get the occasional erection when flirting with a pretty girl and Sonya certainly qualified where the pretty bit was concerned. She was in full flirt mode, both of us knowing she didn't mean anything by it, but like I said, I'd had that drink.
