Cold

"I'm Ashley VanSlyke," she said, stopping with her arms by her side.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," I said with a nervous smile.

"Thank you, young man. It looks like a nice quiet street. Is that they way it is?" Her serious expression did not change.

"Uh yeah, nothing exciting ever happens 'round here. Maybe some kids riding their bikes and making noise."

"Ugh," said Ashley with an eye roll.

"You have kids?" I asked.

"Yes, but they only live out of state with my ex. They'll come in from time to time when school allows."

I stood there expecting her to ask more questions, but she just stared at me. He serious expression changed to one of boredom.

"Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I'm right next door."

"Can't think of anything, but thanks...Zach was it?"

"No, Jackson."

"Oh, OK, Jackson." She gave a brief **** smile and walked past me.

I admired her taut ass in those black tights and her thick blonde hair that swung gently as she walked. "Fucking hot but a fucking cold fish," I muttered and headed back to my house. On the porch, I found a small box about 6x6 inches square. It was addressed to me but had no return address. I looked around but did not see a delivery or mail truck. I shrugged, picked up the box and went inside.