Last year my wife flew interstate to be with her sister after an operation. The plan was for her to stay there for a couple of days then return home with the sister who would stay with us until she was fully recovered. It sounded simple and I agreed readily. I looked forward to a couple of days of sitting around in my jocks, drinking beer and beating off to internet porn.
The first few days were great but I soon tired of jerking off. Day four was a turning point in my life when I received a phone call from my wife. It took me a while to understand what she was saying but her sister what worse than we had been told and, although she was back in her home, she was much too ill to fly. My wife is her only relative so there was no alternative. My wife would be away for several weeks.
I sat on the lounge and cursed. It was a Friday afternoon and I didn't have to go back to work until Monday. That meant three nights and two days with no one to talk to. Out of despair I slowly did the dishes that had been piling up. I ran the vacuum around the lounge and dusted the ornaments. I emptied the bins. I tidied up the spare room and emptied the bins again.
Next, I went out to the garage and cleaned up all the rubbish from the two cars. I emptied the bins from the garage as well. As I walked away from the outdoor bin for the third time I heard the voice of our nosiest neighbour, Old George over the fence. At first I didn't realise that he was talking to me but he mentioned my name and I turned around. Normally I would have made some excuse and rushed back to the house when I heard his voice but this afternoon I feeling lonely and glad to hear another human voice.
Old George pointed out that I usually emptied those bins on a monthly basis. He asked me what sort of disaster had befallen me. I walked over to the fence and started unloading all my misery on him. He listened intently and only interrupted when he could make some reassuring comment. This was unusual for him. Usually I struggled to get a word in. As we talked through the fence I realised that Old George wasn't wearing a shirt.
This surprised me because Old George was well known as a fussy dresser who normally wouldn't be seen without a coat and tie on. His naked chest worried me as his wife had died some months ago. I became concerned that this might be the start of his decline into decrepitude.
After we had talked for about half an hour Old George asked me if I wanted to come over for a beer. He had never made such an offer before and I was heartened by the prospect of sharing a brew or two with my new found friend. I said yes and he opened the gate that previous owners had built into the fence. I stepped through. He left the gate ajar, I guess there was no reason to lock it.
Old George's yard had many more plants and trees in it than our yard. This foliage screened it from the other yards and made it feel very private. Old George gave me a quick tour of his yard, proudly showing off some of the rare and beautiful plants that his ex wife had nurtured. As he showed me around I noted that he was in quite good condition for a man his age. His shirtless chest was also hairless which accentuated his well developed, though slightly soft, muscles.
His shorts covered a tight pair of buns and his long legs were also hairless. His feet were bare. His toenail were oddly dirty; well trimmed but with patches of paint on some of them. I assumed that he had been painting inside the house. He soon ran out of plants to talk about so he ushered me into the house.
The kitchen was clean and tidy. He grabbed to beers as we went into the lounge room, which was also neat and tidy. I was relieved to know that the place hadn't fallen into disarray so I leaned back in arm chair and took my first sip of beer for the weekend.
We started talking again and realised that we had much more in common than we had suspected. By the fourth beer I was really enjoying his company but I felt a little warm. The house was an old style solid brick cottage. The walls were obviously thick and the windows were quite small so there was little breeze. As it was the middle of summer the house was still warming from the rays of the sun.
