I had recently moved into a new apartment after leaving my drunkard girlfriend, and I was depressed as hell.I had recently moved into a new apartment after leaving my drunkard girlfriend, and I was depressed as hell. Sheila had ended up disgusting me, but I still remembered the good times, as well as her hugs, kisses, and love-making. I missed her.... actually, I guess that I just missed having a woman around. But if I had met Sheila again, I probably would have ignored her. Luckily for me, though, I met the woman across the hall. I was on my out for a six-pack, and she was trying to move a large recliner into her apartment - or so I had thought. After I had knocked her on her ass by pushing when I should have pulled, I found out that she was throwing the chair away. I figured that I had made an ass out of myself, but she took it pretty well. Her name was Marie, and she was probably about 32 or 33. Good looking gal, with a great body, but she had a face that made her look older than she was. The first time that I looked into her eyes I could tell that she had had a tough life. She had a doll of a daughter named Michelle, who I called Mickie immediately. She was 13, and it was obvious that she was taking after her mother in some ways. Smart little girl, with eyes that could melt your heart. |