Mr. Cruz is angry

"What the hell are you doing leaving photos like this in my truck?" the older man said abruptly.

"You finally found them?" Nicole felt a shiver run up her neck.

"What do you mean finally?" Her neighbor growled, "How long have they been in there?"

"A couple of months now," She huddled next to the phone, "I thought you'd find them right after you came back but, here we are Mr. --"

"There is no we here, young lady." He interrupted, "You're going to take these back, and we're going to forget about this mistake."

"It was no mistake Mr. Cruz," Her heart was pounding through her chest, "I want you to keep them."

Nicole hung up the phone and jumped through the entry way to her kitchen, scaring her eavesdropping little pest of a brother half to ****.

"STOP SPYING ON ME YOU TWERP!"

Danny sprinted down the hallway and slammed his door shut before she could put him into another headlock.

Now that he was gone, she could return to her room and begin to process what she had done. Mr. Cruz had seen the photos, seen her. Her nipples were achingly hard. She wondered how long he had looked at them. Which photo did he like best? It drove her crazy to think about it, so she continued. Sliding her towel off, Nicole reenacted each photo that she left for her older neighbor, and wished that she had another blank camera.

***

He stood with the phone in his hand for longer than he intended. She _wanted _him to find them right after he returned from his final deployment, but his son had been driving the truck. It was no mistake. The words echoed back and forth in his mind. What kind of 21 year old wants a 44 year old man? I want you to keep them. It had to be some kind of cruel joke.

The Sailor had always been dedicated to his wife. Shore leave in other countries gave him plenty of opportunities to chase his lusts, but he was always able to wait. 21 years in the navy, 20 years of marriage and 2 grown kids. Despite it all, he was uncontrollably horny because of his devious neighbor who was half his age. It was late enough that he could find his wife Laura reading before bed.

"What's gotten into you?" Laura coo'd, as he gave her the look and slid under the sheets.