Free Blogger: ALL REALITY PASS - ALLREALITYPASS called her from my cell phone. "I just got off of route 95 and will be at your place in a few minutes." She wants me to always call just before arriving so that she can greet me at the door and let me in quickly, before anyone notices she has a guest.
The house, old, gray, neglected, and peeling, is in the business district of Needham, between two funeral homes, across from a municipal building. I park down the street, walk to her house, and as soon as I'm at her door it opens to let me in. She's in a bathrobe, barefoot, having just gotten out of the shower. I look down into her deep misty blue eyes, at the smile on her face, and we give each other a quick hug, anticipating the delights that will come. She looks sexy in her bathrobe, and has an impish delightful grin.
The house is old and in disrepair, with holes in the walls, and old brown paint on the wide floor boards. It's in the process of being renovated, but no end is in sight. And she only rents there, but not for much longer.
