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We were on the backside of our building at the bottom of the stairwell. Our door opened up to a little landing that was shared with the apartment across the way. A small pond with ducks and lots of frogs Interracial families just past the landing. It was part of the landscaping and was surrounded by small walking paths.
I liked to stop and watch the ducks build their nests when I got back from errands or the gym. In fact I was really lonely. Last Wednesday Kevin left very early.
He had to go north of Atlanta so he was out the door by 5: I got up with him and followed him to the door. I kissed him goodbye, wished him luck and watched him go up the stairs to drive away.
OK, I thought, another day in this place. It was really hot even at that hour. Georgia in the summer back before air-conditioning must have sucked. I watched the sun beginning to poke its head up over the trees and watched my friends the ducks swimming around.
I saw one that looked to be chasing a frog and walked over to the edge of the landing to get a closer look. A warm breeze came along.
Damn, I thought, even the wind is warm. Then I heard the bang.
It took me a second to realize what it was. I spun around and my front door was closed. My stomach became all knotted and I swore out loud. I ran up to it and checked, yup, it was locked. What the hell do I do now?
I paced around trying not to panic, or cry, and tried to decide what to do. I was still dressed in my short VS pink bathrobe and some pink tap pants.
Kevin always liked this robe. He said it showed off my legs. I did have pretty good legs, guys used to tell me that my legs and my ass were my best qualities. My breasts were kind of small but as long as my husband liked them who cared.
No shoes and it kept getting hotter. I was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat coming from the sun and the felt the water drip down my back as the robe began to stick to my skin.
I heard someone coming down the steps and turned around. It was the guy next door. His name was Samuel.Learn how to file your income tax return, make a payment, and more.
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