You refuse to go with her ❦

"Sorry. Not interested" you respond cheekily continuing downstairs.

She measures you with her eyes before angrily mutters "worthless slut" under her breath before turning on her heel and heading upstairs.

You stop for a moment, think about maybe saying something back. But deep down you know that's what you are. So you just walk down the stairs with your head hung down a bit.

Opening the door outside you see sun shining, and beautiful weather and your mood lifts up a bit again. Warm sun glances on your skin, perhaps even to strongly. But the gentle breeze evens it out.

You see Michael, older gentleman who lives on a ground floor who is watering flowers in a small garden in front of your building.

He's about sixty years old, with white hair and short beard. Time was good to him, and his physical activities kept him lean and nimble.

He eyes your naked body before whistling under his nose and waves at you. He's sweet and friendly - but a men after all!

"Oh. Alex! Where are you heading today slut?" he greets you with a broad smile, turning off his hose.

... where indeed?

"Not sure yet Mister! Weather is beautiful, so I think I'll just start with a walk!"

"Well... Enjoy" he says looking at you with the sad eyes.