RUNAWAY

I dropped two slices of bread into the toaster and pushed it down. Wiping my hand on my pants, I turned the bacon at the stove, then made a picture of Tang. I set it in the refrigerator and happened to look out the kitchen window. I saw a beautiful young woman walking up the sidewalk, staring at the Hampton house across the street. I stared for a moment, both because she was one hot babe, and because the Hamptons were away on vacation. The toast popped up and scared me half to death. I looked back out while I was buttering the toast. She was walking back down the sidewalk. Even as I watched she turned and neared the front of the Hampton house again. I gave the bacon a quick stir and headed for my front door. It was my unofficial job to watch their house while they were gone. They did the same for me. We were at the end of the street, and were the houses voted most likely to be robbed by the housing association. This girl was suspicious... and damned good looking. But thieves came in all shapes and sexes.
 
 "Excuse me, can I help you?" I called from several yards away. She spun and looked at me with a guilty expression. She chewed on a finger as I drew closer. She looked like a deer about to run.
 
 "I... I wanted to talk to them," she pointed at the Hampton house and spit out the tip of her nail. I couldn't help but notice that her hands were dirty. In fact the entire girl was dirty.
 
 "Do you know George and Martha?" I asked, while giving her the once over. She was wearing a thin, low-cut, stretchy shirt with tiny straps. She was braless, so her phenomenal breasts showed through. My dick was getting hard. But the smell of cooking bacon reminded me that I had to get back inside.
 
 "Y... Yes," she said nervously.
 
 "Well the people who live there are Hank and Pam. You've gotten the wrong house. You'd better move along, sweetheart, we have a neighborhood watch here."
 
 "Oh," she looked disappointed.
 
 "What do you really want?" I asked in a kinder voice.
 
 "I'm really hungry," she said solemnly.
 
 "Come on over, I'm... burning breakfast right now," I said, sprinting for the door. I didn't bother to see if she was following. As it turned out, she was. And the bacon was cooked. We ate. Later she bathed and changed into some clothes that somebody had left behind, an old flame. I worked at Boeing and a lot of women had come home with me over the years. I didn't know half of them.
 
 

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