In a recent story, I told you about the 18-year-old girl who lives across the street from my daughter. In that story, I told you about the sex-filled day that she got locked out of her house and how she filled me in on she and her parents had a real-life experience with sex education.
Well, I got the shock of my life about four weeks after that. I went to my daughter's house only to find a moving van in Alta's driveway. Her mum was outside carrying a lamp to the van, so I went over to talk to her.
"What's up with the moving van, Nancy? Are you guys moving?" I asked her
"Yes, we bought a new, larger house in Amber Lakes, not far from where you live. As you know, I sell real estate; and when this buyer wanted a house that fit the description of ours, I took them there to see it and they bought it right away. George and I had seen this one in Amber Lakes about a month ago and thought that we would like to own one like it some day. Little did we know that the "some day" would only be six weeks away. So here we are."
"I'm so sorry that you are moving. I'm going to miss seeing you, George, and Alta." I told her.
"Oh, by the way. Thanks for helping Alta out a couple of weeks ago. I meant to call you and tell you how much I appreciated it. She calls you "her hero" but she thinks a lot of you anyway. So do I."
I was suprised at her last statement, but I didn't think anything of it. She said she wanted to give me her new phone number and invited me inside to get a pen and a piece of paper. She gave the lamp to the guy and we went inside.
"Now to find a pen and paper!" she exclaimed.
"Here, I'll put it on the back of my business card then you will have two numbers you can call me at--my cell number and my business number. You can call me anytime--anytime. I'd love to hear from you. I'll even give you my private e-mail address. Nobody ever uses it, but you can."
As she was leaning on the counter to write her e-mail address, the top of her shirt opened up a little bit so I could see her tits in her bra. They weren't very big, and certainly not as big as Alta's.
"Boob man, are you?" she asked.
"Sorry, Nancy. Didn't mean to look; and yes, I am a boob man." I confessed.
"That's okay, Bruce. I love to show them off because it does something for me, too." she said.
"They're pretty, Nancy," I said and started to walk away.
"Bruce, there's more to see if you are interested. Why don't you call me tomorrow or Friday and we can meet at Tim's for a coffee. I might even be able to take you to see a couple of empty houses that are on the market."
I knew what she was telling me, but I was now a bit worried that Alta told her what we had done that afternoon. I had to go for the coffee just to find out.
On Friday morning, I sent her an e-mail to see if she was free that afternoon. Her reply by e-mail was "Yes I am free. What took you so long? Meet you at 1:30 at Tim's on Hazeldean."
I confirmed and looked at my watch. I had about three hours to kill before our "meeting" and the time seemed like it was only crawling by.
At 1:15, I went to Tim's so I could get a table away from everyone else and so they wouldn't overhear our conversation. To my surprise, Nancy had the same thing in mind. She was sitting at a single table against the wall and a window. No one else was around.
I walked over to her and smiled.