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I watched the TV, and sipped on a beer while Eddie took a shower, and shaved. My sister, Joan, when I had emailed her some of the details of my meetings with Jerry and Peter, had written back, that Tommy said that the gals on the internet talk, all the time, about how good it is to do young guys. “Well, Here I am with a guy at least ten years younger then I,” I thought. I had a feeling about her the instant I saw her. She had just moved in and was busy directing the gorillas the moving company hired. She looked to be about fifty, but only if you're a woman. Most guys would probably peg her at no more than late thirty-something. I'm a woman; guessing another woman's age is a genetic thing. They'll never get it right.
My family didn't have enough cash to send me away to college, so I wound up going to the local community college. Which turned out to be a smart move. It gave me an entire year to get to know our new neighbor. And I know every inch of her, too. It was right after my last exam for the fall semester when things got really interesting. Mom and dad were going off to Aunt Rose's place in Canada. Knowing dad, I'll bet he spends the entire two weeks next to a heater and wrapped up like a burrito. They had enough confidence in me to allow me to stay home solo. I found out later that dad apparently decided to stack the deck in his favor, but that one will have to wait a bit.