It was the following Sunday before I once again heard from my neighbors in 3-B. I was wheeling my large trash container out for Monday pick up when I ...appened to glance up and see Donna walking out to her mom's carport. I stopped and waved to her but she either didn't see me or was ignoring me for some reason. I finished with my trash and went back to my place. Opening my door I was very surprised and startled to see Sandy standing in my entranceway.I shut my front door and smiled a hello at. I don’t know what to say but I kept quite but waguely said her OK. I don’t know how to avoid her for this trip. If I say no, she may feel bad. Or she may get doubt. Because, I never said no to her till date for anything. I used to take her along with me for vacations or long tours. Now I am in a position, I cant say no to her and at the same time my plans will be failed if she comes along with me. I thought I will wait and look for the opportunity. Next day, My wife got a call from her parents. Thank you.”“Well, you are bad for him. Nearly as bad as he is for you.” I jabbed the elevator button a couple of times, “Even if you had to come back, why would you see him?”“You don’t know?” She chewed her lip, “Fuck.”“What don’t I know?” A couple of visitors flowed out of the elevator before we could get on.“Matthew came to Ottawa with some girl name Gwendolyn,” I explained, “Have you met her?”“Janine,” I rolled my eyes. Some waitress might dissuade Matthew for a moment but he nosedived his. Many I naturally knew, including my next-door neighbour; now that will be an interesting next meeting!Music was playing in the background. It became much louder, time to begin. It was the music 'The Stripper'; very apt, I thought. We retreated into the centre of the room and starting to dance sexily. One by one we slipped out of our sheer dresses. The MC, Bill, invited the guys to make cash donations to us by way of our bras and thongs. We edged around the room collecting notes of all.