Right next to my apartment for many years now lives a couple with their daughter who is now 19 years old. A very beautiful girl, tall with a nice body, long black hair, black eyes and white skin. Anthi, that's her name, often dresses provocatively to the point of obscene and this is something that turns me on but I don't want to do something with a girl I've known since I was very young. On the other hand, Anthi often provokes and does it mainly when I'm on the balcony and she's alone on hers.
My name is Eduardo Lemos, 35 years old, and I work as an accountant Monday through Friday, with Saturdays and Sundays off. I wake up every day at 6 a.m., drink coffee staring at the kitchen wall, and spend the rest of my time trying not to explode inside that cursed office where I work. The name of the place? "Fiscal Excellence." A little irony is nonsense.
My wife and I had been married for eight years, and things in the bedroom had become predictable. We both felt it, but neither of us said it out loud until we hired Chloe as our babysitter. She was 19, a college freshman who lived a few blocks away, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a tight little body that she never tried to hide. Short skirts, cropped tops, the kind of confidence that made you look twice. Our kids adored her, and honestly, so did we.