Chapter 395 My Neighbors Are Insatiable Animals:Ch3

• The next day I found myself in the pharmacy to purchase some, well, hand lotion. Why? You figure it out there, Sherlock. Turning into an aisle, who should I find facing me but my neighbor exhibitionist hottie. It took me a minute to get my eyes off her breasts so I could say hello. I hadn't seen them up close like that before, and was intrigued by this thing called clothing which was covering them, something I normally didn't see her wearing in her own house. Up close I realized how stunning and beautiful a face she had. That was fortunate too, because it enabled me to take my eyes off her breasts, so we could actually converse in a considerably less awkward fashion. Her English accent was a pleasure to listen to as well. We exchanged cordialities and we introduced ourselves. To be honest, my heart was pounding too much and my eyes were too busy taking in the eye candy, so whatever names she gave for herself and her husband, those names went in one ear and out the other just as fast, so I never did learn their names. Thus, I'll stick with Blondie and Lucky S.O.B. for the remainder of this story.
• After a while of chatting, I saw her look down at the bottle of lotion in my hand. She paused for a second, clearly thinking about it, and all at once the light went on in her head. She grinned to herself as if to say, "Did he really come here just to buy lotion to get off with?" She realized I saw that look on her face and she blushed slightly as a result. It was an awkward moment. Despite our Voyeur/Exhibitionist nightly shows since she moved in, we didn't know each other at all. Trying to be witty and ease out of this situation in a graceful, though a suggestive way, I responded to her questioning look, "I always like to keep a good supply of this stuff around the house, I never know when I'll need it."
• Fortunately, she laughed at this, so I knew I hadn't overstepped my bounds. We both went our separate ways through the store, and coincidentally wound up on line at the checkout together, me in front, her behind. I know, it would have sounded better the other way. I'm sure she couldn't help but notice that I had picked up a second item to go along with my lotion: a box of tissues. Oh, I'm good. When I put the lotion and tissues on the counter, the young girl behind the register did a double take, gave me a weird look, and said sarcastically, "Is that all?"