Dirty Neighbour

Not getting anywhere is better than an attempted failure especially when you trying to go to the moon without the right equipment. As a child I hung around older guys and the way they used to describe sex worth older women made me set a personal goal which was a trip to mars, specifically meaning that I had to find an older women and find out how true all the chit chat was plus the experience. I was more interested in the experience than the chit chat and for a good two years I went in search for this one older woman that would agree to let me satisfy her or the other way round depending on how much of my favourite topic I had missed out on. For two years I changed my dress code and the way I conducted myself in the hope that some older women would realise me and give in. Not just any women but preferably rich women who would ask for a repeat offence once the good deed had been done and would pay money afterwards. In these two years the closest I ever got to older women was the telly after 2200hrs when all the shows for children ended. At this hour the telly was always turned down so low as soon as there was a squeak from upstairs the channel would change quicker than a flying star to the news channel and a bored face would appear on my face. These were good times till I moved to a neighbourhood where I realise that if I wanted something I’d have to read in-between the lines and take it as soon as the chance arouse instead of waiting for a miracle which was not likely to happen in this life time. My neighbourbour was a in her early 30’s with 2 children but her sexual appetite was higher than that if a school child that just discovered alcohol which I later discovered in life and her name was Emma. Every day after school I’d see her walk one of her children home and with a smile that light up the atmosphere she made it a point to greet me every time and make small take every time I saw her. To me this felt harmless as I did not really think much of it because my mind was young and innocent. After school one day I rushed home to get ready for work in the evening only to realise that I had left my house keys inside the house in the morning which was quite depressing cause this meant I had to hang around outside the house kicking stones for an hour before someone came to my rescue. After about 15mins the neighbour passed and invited me to sit in her house while I waited. At this point I was quite relaxed because both her children were around and thought she was being friendly not knowing that she had her own intentions behind the invitation. At this point I realised she had been divorced for a while.