We'd been living in the neighbourhood for about twelve years and everyone knew everyone. Christmas street parties were a big occasion as we blocked off the end of the cul de sac and had everyone at tables. In recent times though our neighbour, Mrs Johnson, had become very frail in her old age. My wife, June, and I had been over to Mrs Johnson on many occasions to help out. After her husband passed away she had struggled to live easily in the two storey house. I'd put in rails in the bathroom and toilet as her grown up children all lived in other states these days and didn't tour west to help their mother out too much. After a fall where she had to call out for help until we heard her, she finally agreed it was time to sell up and move to be nearer the kids although we thought that it really meant an old aged home for her.
Still it was the first change in the street's occupants since we had moved in. The house was well looked after, partly due to me, and it sold quickly to a couple in their thirties with a few kids. We made a point of meeting them and welcoming them to the street and they fitted in really well. Alan was in business in the city and Jenny was the stay at home mum. They were both active and vibrant people and we hit it off pretty quickly. Dinner parties and barbecues at each other's house were regular occurrences. Jenny, who is a petite blonde, quickly became firm friends with June while Alan and I became golf partners. Our first impression was right and there is only a few years difference in our ages. Having just cracked forty I was still more than a match for Alan on the course. At 6' and 85 kilos I am in pretty good shape and the occasional gym visit keeps me going. Admittedly working from a home office allowed me greater opportunities to slip out to the gym or for a practice round while Alan was stuck in the office and really only got the weekend round in.
June and I run a home decor business from our place that pays well and allows us to spend real time together when we choose to take a break. The added advantage is we can take a break as often as we like just by coordinating the projects on the books or, as we often do, just by setting aside certain times of the day for our fun. At 37 June still turns heads. Her regular gym workouts have kept her 5' 8" buxom frame in trim condition. Her long legs and slim hips vie for my attention with her 34C boobs. She is as beautiful as the day I married her. That is part of what keeps our sex life so active -- that, and the fact that we both accept the other's occasional need for some variety. Just one-night stands that we then talk about and share which keeps a spark in our love life. I had noticed the occasional looks that Alan thought he'd stolen of her breasts when she wore a rather revealing outfit one night when we went out to dinner together. I couldn't blame him because June looked fabulous and, sadly, Jenny really is as I said 'petite'. She stands about 5' with a slim figure and perhaps a double A bust if you get my meaning. She has a very pretty face and is an absolutely wonderful lady; she wasn't a wall flower but also not the prom queen.
I was pottering around the house doing some laundry one day when June called out to me, "Graham, I'm going to head across town to see Adams and Co about the new material designs and then I might call in on Home Fair."
"What for -- we have their catalogue and on line help?"
"I know but I just feel like a trip out and to check out the new materials. I'll only be a few hours."
"Okay, fine -- I'll see you later." And with that she was gone.
I finished a couple of odd jobs and, when the washing finished, I put it in the basket and took it out to hang. As I swung the line around to get the peg basket I heard Jenny's voice call from next door, "June, is that you?"
It sounded rather faint but it was clear enough. I called back, "Hi Jenny; it's me Graham. June's just gone down town."
Silence.
After a few moments came, "Graham, can you hear me?"
"Yes," I called back, becoming a little worried at her tone and not being able to see her, "where are you?"
Her voice was obviously coming from inside somewhere. "I'm upstairs. Will June be long?"
"Probably a couple of hours -- she's gone to the suppliers to select some materials. What's wrong?"
By now I had dropped the washing back in the basket and walked over to the fence.
"I feel such a fool Graham. Are you sure June won't be back sooner?"
"Positive she usually catches the train to avoid the parking problems, why?"
"Well I was cleaning the bathroom window and I've fallen and my ankle is trapped. I can't move ... can you help me?"
"Goodness of course I can. Is there a door unlocked?"