I met this lady, Alice, in the apartment complex I lived in when I got married. She lived on the same floor as we did but on the opposite corner. Her unit was the very last one at the end of the hall. She was the unofficial "handyman" for the floor as she really was very good with minor repairs & such. Even management recommended her for minor repairs. I think she also received a break in her rent because of it. We would usually bump to each other either in the laundry room or the pool. She was in her late thirties about 5-0 tall very short black hair with streaks of gray. She had a very endearing smile, a really big ass & small breasts. I always saw her wearing these denim overalls & boots unless she was at the pool where she would usually wear a one piece swimsuit. Her demeanor was very friendly. Her roommate, Tina, who happened to be her domestic partner was the opposite. She was younger than her but really thin. Her face was very beautiful however her mood & manners were awful. Tina traveled a lot for work so I rarely ran into her. Tina was very feminine but Alice was not. Her physique was nice but her mannerisms were on the masculine side. After awhile Alice & I would hang out on weekends by the pool & have some drinks & listen to music.
I had tripped recently & twisted my ankle pretty bad. Even went to the hospital & had X-rays taken. I didn't break it but it was swollen pretty bad & it hurt quite a bit. So I took off a week from work to allow the swelling & pain to subside. I was so bored by myself so I decided to do some laundry. It was a Monday around 10:00 AM so I was wearing an oversized T-shirt & nothing underneath. There was nobody outside & I figured most people are at work. I grab my crutches & a small bag of my dirty clothes. I would make a few trips since I couldn't really grab the entire load while on the crutches. As I go to the laundry room I realize this is a Pain in the Ass idea! I was getting frustrated with the crutches. By the 2nd trip I run into Alice. She immediately asks me what happened & how. Then she insists that she will help me out. She walks me to my apartment & grabs the remaining clothes. I had forgotten that I left a bag of weed & a pouch of Backwoods tobacco that I was mixing & rolling with to smoke later on. I detested the pain pills so I decided to go the "Organic" rout, LOL. She notices the setup & exclaims "I see your getting ready to pay me, huh? & smiles. "You smoke?" I asked & she simply said "Hell yeah!"
So she goes off to the laundry & I roll a couple more cigars. When she returns she brings a bottle of wine & we sit on my balcony to drink & smoke while the clothes get washed. It was a bit early in the day but I figured what else do I have to do! She was wearing a denim skirt with paint stains all over & a white T-shirt & a baseball cap on backwards. I found her attire so odd that after smoking my first cigar I asked her what the hell was she thinking this morning when she got dressed? She chuckled & we had a good laugh. She gets up to go check on the clothes & I am getting these sharp pulses of pain at my ankle. I guess that having my foot down was not helping the swelling & my pain started to increase. Alice comes back in & I tell her about the pain. She moves over to me & raises my leg & places it on her thigh. It did the trick & it eased my discomfort. We kept the small talk, smoked some more & I began noticing that she kept looking at my seat & she was now gently caressing my leg & thigh. I then realize what she is looking at.