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You begin to walk left. Turning into the front porch of the house, you knock on the door firmly three times. A feminine voice echoes through the halls of the inside "give me a minute." The door suddenly flys open causing a flurry of air to swirl between the two of you. A woman stood there looking at you, her extremely low cut black top frames her 34D breasts perfectly and her long luscious legs protrude out from a crystal white skirt that just reaches half way down her thigh. She stood to one side pushing her ass closer to the front. Her face was a serious expression and her light yellow hair was swept to one side as her hair framed her face with the brownish roots. She raised her right hand and pressed a wine glass to her full soft lips, sipping the contents she stood there accepting the infatuated stare of a younger man.

"Wow." You said out loud as you continue to look at her.

She giggles with a cute airy breath. "You okay?" She spoke directly to you and her voice was like molten caramel, sweet and smooth. You nod and look her in the eye, her deep green/brown eyes lock onto yours and she smiles with a cheeky grim. Stumbling with your words you hand her an invite and say, "my parents and I are hosting a BBQ tomorrow and my mom and dad would like to know if you and your husband would like to come." She inhales through clenched teeth. "I would love to but I'm not married." You begin to turn away and then do a double take "wait did you just say you not married? But how?" She bursts out with laughter at your confusion "I had my daughter when I was sixteen and the guy ran away." The confusion turns to sorrow as you look her in the eyes again. Picking up on this she says "well I've made it this far... How old do you think I am?" She asks with a slight twinge of hesitation. You stand there and look at her face "I'm guessing about mid twenties like twenty four maybe five." Again she giggles but this time she places a hand on you shoulder and responds with "I like you." She squeezes your right shoulder and winks at you as she walks back inside "see you tomorrow. By the way my names Alison Swan."

You walk round the neighbourhood and continue to hand out the invites but instead of talking to the neighbours you post them through their letter box.

After a day of sorting and cleaning the house you go down to the beach to relax. When you get there you spot a woman coming out the sea and another kicking a soca ball round.