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Neighbor’s House help

By Tina Long

Copyright@2018 by Tina Long

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.







I rushed out the door with an empty trash bag. I felt petty and immature for degrading myself to this level. Taking out the trash so that I would at least spot Howie, my neighbor’s help. They were the first ones in the neighborhood to employ a male help and the fact that he was cute made me run late and unauthorized errands every time I saw him. That morning after gushing like an insecure school girl in front of my bedroom, I finally decided to be the modern woman and ask him out. Howie apparently had the same routine each day and so I knew that in about twenty minutes he was supposed to take out the trash.

Finally he stepped out of the house and walked to the trash cans. The distance wasn’t that far, but at least it was enough for me to debate on whether or not I would ask him to dinner or a movie. As I was debating he stopped and looked at me. At that time, I didn’t know whether to be ashamed or proud of myself. It was then that I decided to shamefully walk back with my empty trash bag but as I started heading back to the house, the unexpected happened.

“Excuse me, Miss Miller, can I talk to you for five minutes?” he started.

I was too shocked and excited to notice that I had screamed the word yes so loud that the kids playing around us stopped and looked at us. He smiled and moved toward me.

“I was wondering if you were free on Saturday night. It is usually my time off and I was hoping to find a person who could show me around the neighborhood or maybe watch a movie and get a bite. It will just be plutonic,” he assured me.

This statement should have made me confused and suspicious, but it honestly made me feel like a queen high on ecstasy. Instead of being the modern woman I was supposed to be, I stared into his eyes like a fool.

“Sure, I would love that,” I responded as a result of this Howie smiled and walked away.

That walk to the house was long for some beautiful reason exciting. All this time I thought I was crazy, but he had already noticed me. The thrill of going out with me made crazier, that I swear I had this crazy twitch in my eye that wouldn’t go every time I thought of him. I was really head over heels for my neighbor’s help; the next reasonable person should view that as degrading.

The night was quiet and interestingly smooth, he knew just what movies to pick and what snacks to suggest for the both of us. I was really on high heels because my sweet dating craft wasn’t even needed to please him. After the movies we decided to walk down the beach and listen to the breeze, which was his idea.

“Would you like to come in?” I asked anxiously and scared at the time cause of the humiliation I thought I would receive for being forward and quick. He smiled and looked at me, “Miss Smith likes the house chores done by the crack of dawn, and she is very particular and straight about how and where it……but we can do one next week, don’t worry.”

That statement lingered across my mind as I watched him walk away and get into the house, what had I become? Was I so lonely that I was ready to date someone below my status? How embarrassing would it look if we ended up getting married and I was the bread winner of the family? “Stop it, you crazy fool, it was just a date….Take it easy and slow, you will cross the bridge when you get there, you weirdo,” I reassured myself.

Our next date was special, seriously special or at least to me it was. Howie came over for dinner and he brought a bottle of red wine and as a present brought me a vintage sweater that to me was a sign of taking things to the next level so after dinner there were childhood tales and many more stories before bed.

I kept shivering in my own cocoon deeply plunged in warily solitude. As a good gesture, he drew me closer to him casting away all ounces of doubts. Left bear under the creased sheets, he pressed his hard body on me. The immense pleasure beneath the pain rummaged through my being. I let out a sigh and drifted more toward him, toward this moment.

Weeks came and passed and we did become stronger until one fateful evening.

That night we had a heated argument over the vintage jacket he gave me. I had found it weird and offensive that Mrs. Smith had the same exact one and decided to ask him about it. It was during our argument that I realized that they were actually closer than he and I were.

Later that night I couldn’t sleep so I decided to go to his house. I just hoped that I could just for a minute, see him or hear his voice. I jumped over the fence and heard him laughing but he was with another lady, who was she? Why was she talking to him like she had all the permission in the world to? I wanted to go and confront him, but Mrs. Smith’s annoying dog spotted me and started barking loudly, so as before I had to jump over the same fence and head back home.

I couldn’t believe that he had decided to replace me that quick, but in my opinion the fight we had was nothing but a test to show how strong our love was and besides we had made love, so that had to have meant something. This conclusion made me pick up the phone and call him, over and over and over again, but all I could get was his voicemail. After a while his mail was full and I apparently couldn’t leave anymore messages. I then decided to grab my car keys and jump over the same fence to confront him but then the door opened, it was him. I had literally forgotten that I had once upon a time given him my house keys.

“What is wrong with you...” he started and stretched out his hand. “This is yours, you have the exact same scarf... I found it next to the fence when Jim started barking and your voice mails!! I’m so sorry for how broken you are but I can’t deal with your drama… so please forget what almost happened between us and have a nice life” he said walking away.

“Wait. I know I’ve been too much to deal with. I’m sorry,” I called to him. I was always ruining my relationships like this.

“I need you to trust me. I know you’ve been through a lot but I really need you to trust me,” he said. I nodded unsurely knowing I needed to let the drama go. He kissed and I knew it was going to be okay.



The End




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