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I quickly learned that wasn’t the case.
After learning her name, it seemed like the thoughts and dreams I had about her were only getting worse. Now, I had a name to put to the face, a name to moan as I thought about her, and a name to attach to the music I heard floating in the air from her bungalow.
I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.
There were so many desires I had surging through me, and though I felt she had flirted with me a few times during the evening meal with Andrew and Kim, the night had done nothing to bring us closer to each other outside of that clubhouse.
I wanted to pleasure myself when I thought of her every morning. Most nights, I enjoyed some sort of wet dream that starred her front and center.
I was going crazy.
It seemed the best way for me to deal with this was to get rid of all my pent-up energy. Clearly, masturbating and dealing with the dreams wasn’t enough. If I wasn’t going to go over to her house and ask her out— try to get to know her for a chance at getting laid— then I had to find another outlet for my energy.
So, I took up early morning runs.
And I mean early.
After doing this for nearly a week, I decided to call Miles during one of my jogs. I wasn’t running so fast that I couldn’t talk, and I knew he kept early morning hours, so it was likely he’d answer when I called.
And he did.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his tone far too chipper for this early in the day.
“Going for a run,” I said. “Thought I’d call and see what your crazy ass is up to this early.”
“Shit, I just got done with a run myself,” he said. “You need to get on your game, old man, or you’re going to go soft on us.”
“I’m not going soft,” I replied, looking at my body. “I’m still hard as ever.”
“Sure,” he said. “That’s why you call me after I get done with my run as you’re just starting on yours.”
“Fuck off,” I said. “Why did I call you?”
“Not sure,” he replied. “That’s what I was hoping you’d tell me.”
“Oh yeah, to tell you to fuck off,” I said.
He laughed. “Or you want to know how I manage to stay in such good shape at my age? I bet you anything that’s the case, right?”
“Sure,” I said. “More so, I want to talk to you about a problem I have.”
“Oh?”
“The neighbor.”
“What the fuck, still?”
“Yeah.”
“How the fuck can you still have an issue with her? I thought she wasn’t going to be there long or something,” he said.
“I hoped she would be here briefly, but it seems she’s settled in for the long haul. She’s going to dinner with the landlords, which to me is a sign of longevity,” I told him.
“And you know this how?” he asked.
“I do the same,” I said.
“You go to dinner with your landlords?” he asked.
