Telecommuting can be a blessing and curse as emphasized the day before. It was a curse requiring sole assistance to an old friend.
The old friend had called the previous Friday wanting to borrow his near new half-ton GMC pickup to haul material for a new walkway at the guy's home. He'd also volunteered to buy the beer.
The friend was safe from his offer because he'd known the truck was never loaned and its owner didn't drink.
The truck owner felt a bit put-upon, but volunteered to pick up and transport the stuff if it could wait for six days until Wednesday.
That next Wednesday he hauled almost a ton of sand, gravel and concrete in bags and left it in the guy's driveway. The stuff was all in bags and sweat drained continuously as he single-handedly loaded and unloaded the stuff. Sweat literally poured from him as he worked because the friend obviously had to work during the week.
On the way back he'd stopped at one of those do-it-yourself car washes and rinsed the truck bed to rid it of leftover loose sand, gravel and cement dust. When finished he was tired and hadn't bothered to chamois the truck. At least the paint would be protected. He slept well that night comfortable from the amount of exercise he'd suffered.
About ten the next morning he was up and went out to finish cleaning the truck.
He lived in a complex of sixty apartments with only forty reserved, rented parking places available on a first-come-first-served basis only to renters for another twenty bucks a month. The reserved parking was organized twenty adjacent spaces on each side of the driveway. The spaces were open and weren't exotic but they offered a renter the luxury of not having to search for a place to park although the remaining twenty apartments did. Each group of the reserved twenty covered parking pair was built in the same opposing two row manner that many apartment houses use in the great southwest.
There was a wall at the rear of the stalls with openings every fourth space to allow entry and exit to the parking, provide an overhead shingled roof and four-inch steel poles every fourth space to support the roof at the vehicle access side.
The parking was not safe from vandals but white lines separated and delineated the spaces. Anyone could enter the area from the street or from the apartments. Although vehicles weren't secure the shelter provided some weather resistance from overhead sun and rain.
His space was at one end of the row-of-twenty and closest to his apartment.
His apartment too was at the end of one of the apartment rows. There was a central courtyard that separated two apartment rows built ten downstairs and ten upstairs on each side of that courtyard.
He and the couple in the apartment next to him had lived adjacent for more than three years and the neighbor rented a single parking space adjacent to his although the couple usually drove separate vehicles.
The husband next door was four inches shorter than his six four and the guy was always going somewhere without his wife.
The guy followed sports and loved fishing and hunting and anything he shot or caught was stored at his folk's house in their freezer. Sometimes the guy could be sociable but usually was withdrawn and reportedly spent many hours a week working. The husband had told him that occasionally he'd be paid for his overtime but not often. Even so he never seemed to have money problems when he went somewhere. He and a couple of friends had season tickets to Baseball and Football and those tickets weren't cheap.
The wife was sweet and always cheerful to her neighbor even to the point that they teased each other most of the time. He'd seen a photo of her with her husband taken more than ten years earlier and she was the kind of Poster model that sports guys love to have on their arm and show off. In the photo she'd been wearing a very short, very tight knit dress that barely covered her ass and a neckline that left no doubt about ample cleavage.
He guessed she'd put on more than forty pounds since but was still just as beautiful and even sexier though he'd never seen her in a dress as revealing as the one in the photo. He'd assumed she thought that earlier type of dress would show too much of her ampleness. And yet her body attracted him and he'd always wanted to see more of it and more than once enjoyed secret momentary erotic fantasies that included her. The fantasies always occurred soon after seeing and saying hello to her.
This day he'd just finished using a bucket of water, chamois and wax to clean out the remainder of his hauling adventure and had moved to the front to detail the truck's interior.
He'd backed the truck in and was standing, leaning in through the door when he heard her returning. He glanced up and then stepped clear and closed the door to let her pull in and park.
She said hello and then opened the door, stretched and extended a leg straight to the concrete floor.
After returning her greeting he asked if she'd been shopping but his focus was on that leg.
She was wearing almost an exact copy of the short knit dress he'd seen in the photo months before and she looked far better than just good. The dress was truly short and the stretch had exposed most of her thigh and the shapely tight calf above high-heels. It also clung tightly to every curve.
