Dorothy Barber lost her husband a couple of years back, and since then she retreated even further within herself, letting others run the stationery business her Henry had owned while she stayed home and moped around the house with the TV as her companion. Dorothy did go outside to do some gardening when the weather permitted, although the almost constant presence of the man next door tending to his tomato garden was very off putting, and this was something the widow mentioned when her best friend Liz came over to visit one morning.
"Do you know him?" Dorothy asked as she looked out her kitchen window and gestured towards her neighbor's yard, and when Liz joined her at the sink to look at the man she laughed and shivered.
"I should say not," the middle aged woman declared. "My word. He's disgusting looking. He's like a - what do they call them? A hobbit? No, I think they are supposed to be small. Whatever he is he's creepy looking."
"You wouldn't believe the things he says to me," Dorothy noted as she looked at the hulking man wearing jean bib overalls and an old cap.
"Threatening? Then call the cops," Liz told her.
"No, not threatening but really disgusting. It's not against the law to be gross."
"I don't know why you even talk to him," Liz declared. "I mean, I know I told you that you should get out in the real world again and meet people, but this guy? Yuck. He looks so grubby, all sweaty and hairy. He must smell like a sewer."
"No," Dorothy answered way too stridently before she caught herself and continued. "No, he doesn't smell. Not really. I mean a couple of times he's come over to help me move something in the yard and while he has a manly aroma it's not offensive. It's the things he says."
"Girlfriend, you're confusing the heck out of me. You say he's disgusting and then you rush to defend him," Liz replied in her catty way. "Sounds like you're sweet on this - garden troll - that what he looks like! A 6' garden troll."
"I am not sweet on him, not when he says the things he's said to me about what he wants to do to me."
"What? Did he say he would hurt you?"
"No. Other things," Dorothy replied. "Dirty things."
"Like what?" Liz asked excitedly.
"You know," Dorothy said but when her friend insisted she didn't have a clue, she explained. "Things like he knows that I need it or that he wants to take me behind the shed to take me like an animal."
"Ooh! What else?"
"I don't know. I don't remember," Dorothy lied. "They were too disgusting."
"Sounds like he's a feisty old guy," Liz suggested while adding with a wink, "Maybe if I ever get desperate I'll look him up."
The fact was that Dorothy remembered everything the vulgar old man ever said to her, and the evidence that she was not the offended victim that she made herself out to be showed in the front of her blouse where her swollen nipples were visible even through her blouse and bra.
Dorothy crossed her arms over her chest to hide herself as she changed the conversation to other subjects, and after Liz's social call ended Dorothy looked out the window to see whether her disgusting neighbor was out there. He wasn't, but as she put on her floppy head to go out and do some watering she knew that once she went outside, Mr. Nate Cox would soon join her.
***
"There you are Dorothy," the grizzled old man growled in is low and raspy voice. "Your friend left already?"
"I wasn't aware we were on a first name basis, Mr. Cox," Dorothy snapped as she raised her watering can to reach a plant back near the property line fence.
"Seeing how we're neighbors I thought it would be a good idea. Like I've said you can call me Nate, although I admit to liking to way you say that - Mr. Cox," he admitted before continuing. "That gal that was here? Her husband owns the NAPA store in town, doesn't he?"
"What is that to you?"
"Just making small talk. I remember that she came over a lot after your old man passed. Stayed over a few nights too," Nate Cox recalled. "Would have liked to have been a fly on the bedroom wall, if you know what I mean."
"I neither know nor care what you mean," Dorothy told him curtly.
"She ain't bad looking, but I think you're prettier. Less make-up. I like my gals natural," Nate explained as he walked slowly along the fence to keep up with his neighbor.. "She's got pretty big tits but I've never been a boob man. I like little tits like yours. Perfect handfuls."
"You are so vulgar," Dorothy said, and as she recalled some years back she added, "No wonder your wife left you."
"She didn't leave because I talk dirty. As she got older she couldn't keep up with me, if you know what I mean, She said there must be something wrong with me because I was so - what did she call me? Insatiable. That was it. Still am too. Nearing 60 and I can still go all night," the hulking man crowed proudly and then concluded. "Add that to the fact that I'm hung like a horse and she decided that after 22 years she needed a rest."
"Have you no limits, Mr. Cox? Do you talk to all women like this?"
"Just the ones that turn me on. Plus, I can tell you want it."
"What?"
"Oh, you won't admit it, not to yourself or anybody else, but you want it. Been a while since you got laid and you miss it. Plus, I suspect that you never did it with any guy but your husband and you're curious," Mr. Cox mused aloud. "You're wondering, what would it be like with a man that wouldn't just mount you and hump gently for a couple minutes before cumming and rolling over?"
"Are you through?"
"You offended Mrs. Barber? You got a funny way of showing it. Today for example, you put a little lip gloss on. Not a lot, just a little bit, and that blouse is new, isn't it? Pretty, and with the snoop neck it'll let me look down the front when you bend over and your little hangers sway there. You're trying to make yourself look sexy for me."
