And, honey, let me tell you something else.And, honey, let me tell you something else. That husband of yours is something special!" Janet's blush deepened. The blonde's rash, lewd comments were startling. Yet, she could not help but feel a flicker of womanly pride. That this older woman could appreciate Mark's obvious manly qualities pleased her. But, she was vaguely disturbed that this stranger, who had seen both her and Mark locked in a sixty-nine, was broaching the subject in this positively open manner. "I think we've broken the ice enough to be on a first name basis, don't you?" the blonde asked. "I'm Laura Spring. I'm your next door neighbor to the east." Janet nodded and introduced herself. "I should apologize for the other day," she added, finding it a bit difficult to meet Laura's eyes. "Oh, forget it," Laura said with a casual wave of her hand. "Obviously, the two of you were not expecting a nosy neighbor to just barge in, but the front door was unlocked, and I just assumed the two of you would be busy unpacking, I was going to volunteer my help." Laura flashed a look at Janet and added, "You were busy, all right, to put it mildly. Hell, girl, I forgot just how busy a couple of young newlyweds could be!" In spite of herself, Janet laughed. It was hard not to like the brash Laura, and Janet quickly found herself at ease with the older woman. She offered the blonde a cup of coffee and the two women sat at the dinette, telling one another about themselves and generally getting to know one another. During their conversation, Janet learned that Laura was twenty-nine, and that her husband, Bob, was a cop. |