The Neighbors

The House next to the large colonial rapidly becoming the center of Trevor's new order was a small bungalow currently occupied by Rachel and Lester Cartwright. Lester was once a major CEO and politician down in New York, while Rachel had been his high school sweetheart who had always wanted to teach. When retirement came for Lester, Rachel had gone back to school and finished her masters degree in biology, upon which she was hired by Mistville College as their new biology professor. Her husband spent his days fishing while she enjoyed teaching. She had also recently become the House Mother for one of the local sororities, and was a good friend of Sandra.

It was late afternoon when Sandra texted Rachel. "Could you and Lester come next door for a moment? I accidentally brewed too much coffee and figured it's been a bit since we last chatted."

Rachel cocked her head at the somewhat odd request and responded "Why not use your place?"

"Those boys are out of town for the week and I was over here doing an inspection anyway. No point walking back across town."

Rachel shrugged and yelled "Lester, honey, are you decent?"

Lester came out of their bedroom. He was a typical late sixties man, thinning hair, beer belly hidden underneath a polo shirt and swim trunks that he usually wore on his boat. By contrast, Rachel had aged far more gracefully, beautiful short silver hair kept down around her head, signs of aging on her body but still in possession of a shapely ass and saggy but still firm tits that she hid today underneath a sundress. Lester yawned and said "Just woke up from a nap, what is it honey?"

"C'mon, Sandra's next door and has some coffee"

"Well say no more!"

The pair exited the bungalo and quickly walked across the adjoining yards to the house next door. Sure enough, Sandra's car was parked in the driveway. The pair picked up on a scent as they walked closer to the home. To Sandra, it reminded her of her youth, of the days when she was young a free, of music festivals where she ran around topless on acid. For Lester, it was pungent and nauseating, clouding his brain. He couldn't think straight, he just followed his wife.

The pair reached the door to the house, and Rachel knocked. From within, they heard Sandra's voice shout "Come-" there was a pause and Rachel thought she could hear a faint moan. "Sorry, dropped something. Come on in!"