F(r)iend

Little, plastic wheels grind on gritty cement, then thump three times as they are yanked up the steps. The front door is red, creating a welcome contrast against the stucco and generic grey roof of your new home. This wouldn't have been your first choice. You were given a small list of cities to choose from and this is where you randomly pointed. Witness protection. You're grateful for the safety but dreading the isolation.

Speaking of which, you look around at the view from the doorstep. The lawn looks surgically shaped to follow the side walk, which is washed out with erosion. The asphalt needs to be reapplied in the area, its crumbles and cracks are filled with shiny, sticky tar. A gleaming white fence blocks the view of the house across the street. All you can see is your own house's roof copied on top of it.

Agent Jess speaks up for the first time in while. 'Okay Mr. Coader, welcome to your new home. Follow me inside and we'll finish up your paper work.' Facing you, she rummages for a key in her purse.

You're glad she's facing you.

There's just a touch of cleavage showing and it jiggles with the movements of her hands. Sometimes a slight upward motion over her arm squishes them together. They look like they're being tightly gripped by her bra. Firm, but bubble, and trying to escape.

Your heart races.

Your eyes attempt to download the whole scene as your brain reverts to some primal form. A pinhole of consciousness is all you're left with - one that's fully populated by the bust of Agent Jess.

The shadows surrounding her collarbones shift like the lightshow of a fire.

The tendons in her neck tense and relax.

Long, full eyelashes flutter. Eyes sparkle. And her eyelids are smoky - reminding you of sexy, shear leggings. You bet she wears those on -

You only realize that you're staring when she does.

Wincing, at her startled expression, you try to smile - but she's already turning away and stepping up to the door. Guiltily, you observe her body as she works the key.

Her suit follows her form like shrink wrap. Rich, dark brown hair flows in wavy curls around her shoulders and down her back.

You two go inside.

It's as blank as you'd expect. White on white on white. Beige furniture, a few mirrors and fake plants.