A chat I just had with The Neighbor.
Him: What are you doing?
Me (as I rub his cock from the outside of his gym shorts): Admiring your cock.
Me: You’re coming over later, right?
Me: No? You said last night you would come over late.
Him: I said I might come over late.
Me: Jesus Christ. I guess I need to get it in writing then. You told me last night that you’d come over at 11.
Him: No, I said I might come over and if I did it’d be at 11.
Me: Ok. Fine. Have a good work out.
We move to his doorway for him to leave and me to go home.
Him (motioning to my two bags of trash by my door): I might be too tired after taking out all this trash.
Me: I don’t need you to take out my trash. See ya.
Him (picking up the bags): Buh-bye.
I let the wind swing my door shut hard and resist the temptation to loudly lock the dead bolt in petulant defiance. My heart shudders with the door jamb.