It was Sunday morning and summer had come again. The long, lithe blonde turned lazily on the floor. One could detect the movement was a painful one, possibly because of the hangover she carried.
"Bob, for God Sake's, get away from that window and stop ogling that new neighbor of ours. Haven't you looked enough?"
"Not on your life, chicken," he replied with a wide grin. "I've got my sights set on that."
"You'll never make it," his wife looked up at him impatiently.
"Don't be too sure," he smiled, walking over and sitting down beside her. "I've got a plan and you're gonna help me make it work."
He smoothed his hand down over her firm rounded buttocks and suddenly without warning shoved it up under her robe to her naked crotch.
"Ah, no pants, just as I thought."
Carol jumped forward and shrieked, trying to escape the teasing rummaging between her legs.
"Damn you, Bob Benson," she giggled as she fought to force his hand down from between her legs.
"Gonna help me?"
"Yes," she giggled again as he moved his hand more rapidly. "Yes, yes, anything you say."
Next door, Ellen Jensen pushed the lawnmower with a light smile on her face. She was really happy for the first time since she and Dick had married last year. The new house was really wonderful and the neighborhood the most plush thing she had ever seen. She had always had dreams about living in a place like this since her childhood and now, it had all come true. Dick with his new job and all had wanted to wait another year before making a move like this but she had pressured him into it after a long argument. She was sure they could make out alright if she budgeted everything well and if the bank would approve that loan they needed so badly. She had heard their neighbor had a real important position at the main office.
Maybe Dick should go over tomorrow and see if perhaps he could do something for them. After all, it couldn't hurt anything to ask.