When Your Neighbor's A Socerer.
by Anonymousneighbor is a gay guy. You know, your average skinny, fair haired, little guy with tight expensive clothes, and a fey attitude. Don't get me wrong! Live and let live is my motto and there are a few gay guys at the insurance firm where I work who I get on well with. He doesn't bother me, and his house is the nicest on the block. If he likes to putt from the rough, and it's not on my driveway, I'm all for it.
He had always kept to himself, and if we saw each other picking up the paper, or mowing the lawn, we'd nod and smile, or wave; no big deal. However something strange happened yesterday. A big four wheel drive pick-up parked on his driveway, and him and some huge, dark skinned jock type dude with a shaved head and a goatee beard got out.
They were holding hands as they went in at his front door. I recalled that the big guy was his boyfriend, Carl, but it was a bit weird because it felt like this was the first time I'd seen him, even though they'd obviously been together for ages. It's strange that I couldn't shake the thought my neighbor was single but that couldn't be right. It was all a bit confusing - I didn't know my neighbor's name, but I knew Carl who I'd never seen before...? Shaking my head I went inside, putting it down to stress at work.
That evening, my thoughts kept wandering back to Carl and my neighbor. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that there was something odd about Carl, like he was somehow out of place. Every time I thought I'd pinned down what the problem was, I lost my train of thought and the answer seemed to slip out of reach.
I didn't sleep well that night and woke several times to find the bed sheets either on the floor or wrapped around me. By the morning, I was a complete wreck and called in to the office to let my boss know I wouldn't be in. Fortunately, he was fine with it, and after a few hours fitful sleep and a shower, I began to feel a bit more like myself again.
Just as I was finishing up a bowl of muesli, there was a knock at the door. Answering it in just my boxer shorts, I was surprised to see Carl standing on the doorstep with a package.
"This is for you." the intensely muscular young man said, looking furtively behind him. "Take it but don't tell Shawn I gave it to you." and before I could think of anything to say, he vaulted the low fence between my house and the neighbor's, and was out of sight.
I stood there for a second, unblinkingly holding the small package, breeze blowing around my semi naked body.
Closing and locking the door I shook my head and thought to ...top