(By the time this submission gets approved, it will mark one year since I wrote the first Good Neighbors story that started the adventures of Marcie and Leo. I want to thank everyone who made it possible. From Marcie who inspired me to start writing again to the readers who check these out. I hope to continue as long as I am able. I may not be pumping them out as much as I was when I first started writing back in 2007. Still Marcie does a good job motivating me to be creative and to keep moving forward. As always, it is to her I dedicate this writing. Enjoy!!)
There are many folks who read my stories who think I am the definition of whipped. I have heard that a few times. The thing is I always want my girl to know she's being taken care of. It doesn't matter if it's physical, financial or emotional. The fact is I never want Marcie to doubt the way I feel about her.
The thing is she does the same for me. Ever since she became my friend, she was always there for me. I don't think we ever intended to be romantic, but it ended up that way and it's been wonderful since. There are many differences between her and I. The bottom line is that we love each other and use every opportunity to prove it even when we don't have to.
The salesman at the furniture shop didn't need to ask what we were looking for. She went straight to the living room set and asked about it. The salesman smiled a little bigger when she handed him back the swatch of fabric. It took a little time to sign the paperwork and to pull out my credit card. We were looking forward to our new living room set arriving in a few weeks.
She called Mike's father to ask about if a family in need could use a used couch. Mike's father was the man who officiated our wedding. She seemed to smile afterwards. She looked at me as she hung up her cell while I drove.
"Mike's dad has a family who could use the couch. He said he'd bring the truck by this weekend."
"You think we could go without a couch for another week?"
"I'm sure we could. Just means more time in the dining room or in the bedroom."
I looked over and saw that playful smile of hers. She was wearing a blue flannel shit with her choker around her neck. The flannel was open revealing her black tank top she wore underneath. I swear that woman knows what buttons to push on me, not that I mind one bit. We were home soon when we saw Aubrey and Wes next door. It looked like they were looking at the front spigot. I looked at Marcie and smiled before she shooed me over.
As I approached, Wes had that puzzled look on his face. It was when I approached that I saw what they were trying to do. They had my hose connected and was attempting to put out the sprinkler I used to water the grass. It was then Aubrey spoke.
"You never told me where the water valve was."
I looked at her before motioning for them to follow. We walked into my old house and went downstairs to the basement. As I approached the water control, she smacked herself in the forehead.
"I feel like such a dumbass."
"You're not. It's just I forgot to tell you about it. I turned off the water to the outside spigots prior to you moving in because I didn't want the pipes to freeze."
"Well, hope I can figure out how to water the lawn now," Wesley said.
I looked at him.
"Just put the sprinkler out in the front yard. I'll call my yard guy and have him come out. It's the least I could do for forgetting to tell you about the water."
Both smiled before I let myself out and headed back next door. As I walked in, I was greeted by a bottomless Marcie, albeit she was wearing her black underwear under the black tank top and blue flannel. I stood there surprised before she walked forward.
