She is much shorter than Xena – I would say about 4 foot 10 – and about the same age. Unlike Xena, she isn’t good looking. She has a round face,...funny asymmetric eyes and a pug nose, all surrounded by close cropped, almost crew cut like, blonde hair. Since we live in a warm climate, she usually chooses to wear tight shorts that reveal her thick, muscular thighs and a large backside, the latter balanced by a protruding stomach sitting over the camel-toe perpetually exhibited between her legs.. "Mmmm..." I laughed weakly. "The love shack." Here, get into bed," Mr. Davis told me. "It's late."He didn't have to tell me twice and climbed under the cool sheets, closed my eyes, and didn't wake up until I felt something warm and hard pressing against my ass. It was morning, I thought. There was sunshine trying to get past the drawn curtains, ugly drapes in burgundy to clash with the yellow wallpaper. Mr. Davis was spooning with me, his chest against my back as we lay on our left sides, his. A deeper waft confirms the essentials I recognize, chicory, espresso, chocolate, vanilla, anise, and some secret component that my neighbor and personal barista, Loquacious, refuses to disclose. What an unusual, ironic name that is for someone who barely speaks. Yet, I understand since I know it’s her husband’s last name.I’ve known Gabbey and her, Gabriella (Gabi), since our college days. April first marks my first year living next to my college friends who have been married five years. So, I. Seriously though... I'll do what I canabout Clint... But keep an eye out okay, he's probably not going toforget this..."I told him, "Probably not... I'll be okay though..."He nodded. "Still... Be safe, and take care of Sam okay, and take careof yourself too."I shook his hand and told him, "You too dude..."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The rest of the evening Sam stayed with me at my house until almostdark. She had been really clingy with me most of the afternoon. I stilldidn't.