Neighbor Fantasy
“I've seen no real strangers here in the last week. If you leave me a number I can let you know if anyone does come asking.”
Michael swallowed hard, pulled his eyes away from her chest. “D'you have something I can write on?” She stood, wandered over to the telephone, and returned with an address book. Under the 'M' section Michael wrote down his number with 'Michael' written beside it. He showed her the entry. “Okay?” he asked. She was standing over him, looking down. He had to look up past the slopes of her breasts to see her face.
“That's fine, Michael. I, um, never really thanked you for what you did for me.”