I had no interest in leaving my finger prints on it. The door opened so I shouted, ‘Mrs. Porter, its Maxine Stone are you home. I need to speak with...you.’ I was afraid that something bad had happened to Mrs Porter, but I sure as hell didn’t plan to enter that house without more reason than I had at that moment. Instead of going inside, I backed into the yard where I dialed 911 on my cell phone.. ‘911 What is your emergency?’ the female voice asked. ‘I found a door kicked in when I tried to get. A few weeks ago, I had noticed a large moving van in the road next to mine, I had not paid too much attention to it, as I just continued the service to this house. So as I was about 3 houses away, I noticed the curtain twitch of this new inhabited home. I was a bit apprehensive now, as I had heard stories of how paperboys had gone missing, but still I walked slowly towards the white double glazed door. As I went to lift the letterbox, the door swung open. As my gaze was towards the floor,. I had met her just a few days back and yet there was this connection drawing me irresistibly towards her. But I would never see her again.It snowed Christmas morning. I turned on the television in the room. That had not changed a bit in four hundred years. Advertisements interspersed with half-baked reality shows. I changed channels and put on the news. They were showing Christmas around the world. I was about to switch again when something caught my eye. An eighteen-year-old girl in Brazil. . just... See I was helping her with... Aw hell, nothing happened!” he blurted. “Yeah. My bad, Chrissy. Sorry. Really. Nothing happened. I swear,” April rambled. "Quiet!” I yelled. April jumped. I softened my tone. “It's alright,” I said. “Uh... It is?” April asked in total confusion. “Yeah. Relax, April. I'm not mad. Just surprised mainly,” I said. “Oh...? ” she asked in amazement. “Mmm-hmm. Don't spread it around, but we sorta kinda have an open marriage,” I said. “Huh?” April gasped..