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Josh woke with renewed energy, ready to tackle the job of redoing the bedroom. After moving all the furniture out of the way, he began tearing out all the old drywall. As he was tossing out the drywall, Brian came over as planned to offer his assistance. Between the two of them, they had the old room stripped bare. As they worked diligently, Josh pried his neighbor about the gossip of all the women on the street.

Brian felt as if he had a trusted friend and freely offered his opinion on several of the neighbors. First he talked about Joan and Henry Gaston, across the street. They were both in their early thirties. Joan, Brian informed him, was a “stuck up bitch,” never being nice to anyone, including her husband. Even though she had looks that could stop a freight train, the ice in her veins froze anything moving. Then there was Mitch and Valerie Hutchinson. They were the newlyweds on the street. They seemed to always be throwing parties of some sort. Brian wasn’t sure, but there was a rumor that Valerie used to be a cheerleader for one of the professional basketball teams in the area. They were the youngest couple on the block in their mid-twenties. He pointed out the house that Greg and Cindy Hardamon lived in. They seemed to be the yuppies of the neighborhood, always having the newest stuff, newest cars, and so on. “They always make sure everyone in the neighborhood knows what they just bought.” Brian informed Josh that Cindy recently got a boob job and now goes around flaunting them to everyone. Ann and Bob Coles lived on the corner. Ann was probably the best looking girl on the street, according to Brian. Brian knew Ann before she got married and moved into the neighborhood. Brian informed Josh that half the men on this street probably bought that house for her. It turns out that Ann, unbeknownst to all the women on the street, works at the local strip club, dancing and making a pretty good living at it. Apparently Bob doesn’t mind, because she brings home a lot of money, and is always horny from all the foreplay at the club. Finally there was Barb and John Testa. Brian related gossip about how a couple of other men in the neighborhood have claimed to have gotten into Barb’s pants. They say that when she drinks, she gets flirtatious, and becomes an easy lay. Josh thought about asking Brian if he’d ever witnessed it first hand, but thought better than to press the issue with his newfound “friend”.

Through all the gossip, the two had finished installing the new drywall, and were ready for a break. Brian convinced Josh to come to his house for lunch, saying that he told Lee to cook some dogs and burgers on the grill for lunch. Josh was about to decline, and rethought his answer. “Only if I can bring the beer,” Josh replied. Brian agreed laughing as they walked out the door.

The two relaxed in the chaise lounges on the deck as Lee served the barbecued meal. The three of them sat and talked about the city in general. Josh quickly noticed Lee falling into her trance again. She would sit silently sipping on her beer, staring at Josh as he and Brian carried on a conversation that got steered back to sports. Josh nursed his beer, knowing that he had more work to do. Brian, likewise took it easy, realizing he had to go to work early tomorrow morning. Lee however, had opened her third bottle, guzzling the cold liquid as it flowed down her throat. Josh watched out of the corner of his eye as she let her bright red tongue slip from between her lips to circle and caress the ridges of the bottle. Lee’s tongue danced around the rim, occasionally dipping into the small opening to flick a droplet of brew from just inside the lip. When Brian wasn’t watching, she absentmindedly sucked on the long neck of the bottle. Josh could only imagine what this hot vixen was thinking.

Brian was so engrossed in conversation that he never realized his wife was getting progressively intoxicated. She was finishing her fourth beer when she offered to get the guys another round. They accepted as Brian escorted Josh through his house and into his basement. Josh admired the work Brian had done so far, and offered his advice on certain areas. Brian reminded Josh of their deal, and Josh laughed it off, saying, “a deal is a deal.” Meanwhile, Lee was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, quietly sipping her fifth beer. As Josh turned, he was rewarded with the sight of Lee’s cleavage fully exposed as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. Her low scooped shirt just barely covered the essentials, causing Josh to imagine what lay behind the flimsy cloth curtain.

Josh excused himself, having to get back to work. He thanked Brian for his help, shaking his hand firmly. He assured Brian he would stop by sometime this week to start helping him finish the basement. He crossed the floor to where Lee sat. Lee rose to let him by. Josh, in a friendly manner, hugged Lee, thanking her for the wonderful lunch. He took the brief opportunity to pull her in close as he leaned over her short frame. He could smell her faint perfume which intoxicated him. He gently glided his hands down her sides as he looked into her eyes to thank her again. He could feel her melting to his touch as he held her steady.

He bolted up the stairs and back to his house. Josh was beaming with confidence, knowing he hadn’t lost his touch. He knew he would have Lee soon. He just wasn’t sure how fast he should integrate himself into the local community. He convinced himself that time and opportunity would dictate the answer to that.