David, the neighbour, had a younger brother who came to visit. He looked to be in his early 20's. I had come across him on the stairwell a few times.

He was handsome and very polite. He had such a charming smile but my thoughts about him were far from innocent. There was something about him that appealed to me and every weekday, when I was all alone at my home and he was all alone over there after David had gone to work, I wondered if I should do something about my attraction to him.

I had the feeling he was probably interested in me as I had caught him once or twice, checking out my behind as I passed by. Of course, he would not say anything. That was the curse of being married. Men never approached you and if you wanted some, you had to go out and get it. I wanted some, alright. I liked the appeal of fucking someone new. It held possibilities and I needed that.

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