The Naughty List
“I should have been on top of the world—two days ago, my outdoor Christmas display made the short list to win the Sandy Bay Community Holiday Display Contest and the $1,000 check that came with it—but I wasn’t. For the last four years I’d lost out to Angela, my neighbor across the street, and I had always been a good loser, but this year was different. Angela and I had started dating around this time last year but now she was pissed at me. For good reason.
I’d long admired Angela’s shapely legs and first class derriere from my living room window. When I’d go outside to get the mail—a move I always timed for when she went out to do the same—she’d wave at me and I, drawn like a fish to a sexy, wiggling worm, would cross the street and talk about her cats, her job, and her love for classical jazz. Her voice was as smooth as a smoky shot of whiskey. My heart soared every time I heard it, and her name slid off my tongue like warm honey.
Admiration turned into fondness that turned into a bur...ning urge to get to know her better.MoreLess
I’d long admired Angela’s shapely legs and first class derriere from my living room window. When I’d go outside to get the mail—a move I always timed for when she went out to do the same—she’d wave at me and I, drawn like a fish to a sexy, wiggling worm, would cross the street and talk about her cats, her job, and her love for classical jazz. Her voice was as smooth as a smoky shot of whiskey. My heart soared every time I heard it, and her name slid off my tongue like warm honey.
Admiration turned into fondness that turned into a bur...ning urge to get to know her better.MoreLess
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