Playing a sexy game of voyeurism and exhibitionism with his beautiful new neighbor, William watches Susan undress from his office window.
William leashed up his dog, Bosco, a chocolate brown lab. He decided to take him for a walk in hopes of meeting his new neighbor. He'd love to accidentally on purpose run into her. Still playing the name game while wondering what her name was, he needed to know her name. Knowing her name would help him to better masturbate over her later while imagining her naked. Before he could imagine having sex with her, he needed to know her name. He couldn't call her just hey you.
Although when he was younger and attending college dorm parties every weekend, he's had sex with more than one drunken woman that he didn't even know her name. Before the fear of AIDs, he had sex with so very many different women back then, when he was in college, without using a condom. He wondered where all those coeds were now, married with children, no doubt, and probably divorced and with their second or third husband while he was still enduring being married to his bitch of a wife Liz.
He wondered if he had impregnated one of those college coeds with his child and never knew. How would he know? A onetime drunken sex session, maybe his child, a part of him, was walking around that he never knew existed. Conceivably, quickly doing the math in his head, he could have a 40-year-old kid who never knew his or her Daddy. If this person was looking for him, surely, he could be found and he or she would have found him by now. He was just as lucky as he was glad that he never impregnated anyone but his wife. Nonetheless, he wondered if all of those women he went to bed with ever thought how different their life would have been with him in it in the way that he thinks how differently his life would have been had he married one of them instead of marrying Liz. Yet, none of those women, even in the sexy way they looked back then, were hotter than his wife looked then and his new neighbor looks now.
Quickening his pace to double back, he walked away from his house instead of walking in front of his house to cross the street. By walking the dog to the left instead of to the right or straight across, he'd loop back around to return from the other side of the street. Out of site of his spying wife and using the trees and the neighbor's shrubbery as his cover, once in front of his new neighbor's house, he'd have the moving van as his perfect cover to block Liz from seeing him returning the other way. Then, standing there while waiting for his neighbor to reappeared, in case she disappeared inside her house again, he'd have the moving van behind him to block his wife from seeing him making a drooling fool of himself.
He knew his wife was watching him. He could feel the heat of her stare. She was always watching him, especially when there were other women around. She knew he spent his time watching porn videos.
Being that nothing ever happens in this boring neighborhood, he suspected his wife was just as interested in his new neighbor as he was but for different reasons. His wife was nosy. She wanted to know everyone's business. Instead of being the vindictive bitch his wife was, he was kinder. He loved women in the way that his wife hated men. Hoping to see something of his new neighbor that he shouldn't see, preferably a down blouse, he was just horny.
As if he were a teenage boy trying to bump into a girl he liked, he's never been as eagerly excited, albeit nervous, to meet anyone as he was to meet his new neighbor. He was acting as if she was a celebrity and if, indeed, she was the porn star in that movie he had just watched, then, as far as he was concerned, she was his celebrity. Hoping she looked as good up close as she did from a distance, she was so beautiful, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Moreover, no doubt with his imagination running away from him, she looked just like the woman on his porn video. Even if she wasn't the woman on the porn video, he could have fun imagining that she was.
Quickening his pace while hoping to catch her standing out in front of her house and before his wife spotted him coming up from the other way, he wanted to make their first meeting appear that it happened by chance instead of planned. Fated to happen, he imagined that it was kismet that he'd be the first neighbor she'd meet. Wanting his first impression to be a memorable one, he combed what's left of his hair before going out the door.
Should his new neighbor be watching him walk his dog, he walked with a quickness to his step to show her that he still had plenty of life in him for an elderly man of sixty-years-old. Even though everyone told him that he looked younger, fifty-something, sometimes he felt seventy-something. He decided to stop counting after he turned sixty. From now on, he'd rather not know how old he was.
Just as he rounded the corner and walked nearer to walk up from her side of the street, he spotted her from a distance. He watched her emerge from her house to stand on her front lawn. Transfixed on her shapely image as if she was a star stepping out on stage, he was intent on learning her name. More concerned with his need to meet her, he was oblivious to his dog's needs in needing to pee. Walking faster to catch her while she was still outside of her house, he pulled his dog along and didn't even give poor Bosco a chance to sniff anything and/or to relieve himself. As he approached her while watching the moving men taking a break before continuing to move her possessions inside, he hoped she'd stay there for just another minute for him to meet her.
The closer he came to her the more beautiful and sexy she was. Love at first sight, in the way that he was in love with Liz when he first saw her, he was in love with his new neighbor, whatever was her name. Playing the name game as he walked closer, he tried to guess her name. Samantha, Rebecca, Victoria, Veronica, yet none of the names were worthy enough of her beauty. Certainly, she must have a special name, an uncommon name, and a name that truly befits her beauty. He just hoped that she didn't have a stripper's or a porn star's name of Tiffany Crystal, Desiree, or Sasha.
If only he was twenty years younger and wasn't married, maybe he'd have a chance with her. If only he didn't have a bad back, bad knees, and sporadic bouts of erectile dysfunction, he imagined divorcing Liz to run off with Alexandria, Juliana, Katarina, Ophelia or whatever the Hell was her name. With a face and body like that, what difference did her name make? She could have any name and her name wouldn't matter, that is, so long as her name wasn't Elizabeth, Beth, or Liz. A name he used to love, he's grown to hate.
Besides, if she had a bad name, a name he didn't like, he'd give her a nickname, a beautiful nickname and a name more befitting her beauty. Certainly, it wasn't her name that made her beautiful. It was her face and her outrageously curvaceous body. For all he cared, she could have been named Ralph. For all he cared, she could have no name and he'd give her one.
"Hi," he said waving to her from a distance while suppressing the urge to call, yoo-hoo, while fearing that she'd disappear inside of her house again.
"Hi," she said turning to him and giving him a big smile.
"I'm William. I live across the street," he said pointing through the moving van to his house and to his wife hidden from view. "This is Bosco," he said looking down at his big goof of a dog.
"Hi, pleased to meet you. I'm Susan, Susan Jill Parker. Hi Bosco," she said squatting down to pet his dog.
Susan. Her name is Susan. Now that he sees her up close, she looks like a Susan. He could live with that. He's always like the name Susan. Even despite Johnny Cash writing a song about a boy named Sue, she has a feminine name, Susan, somehow the name fit her.
