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of the shower, and dried myself. I walked over to the window. I still can’t believe the goddess I met last night is the very same one that took up the main role in my dream last night, lives next door.
    I look over towards the house.  I groaned. “Fuck!” She is doing yoga on the beach. You think it was a little cold for it in February but there she is, bending over, and then going into plank position, then she slowly lowers herself to the ground then arches her back up. I groan again.  She is wearing a sports bra that seems to be having difficulties holding in those DD’s.       Those scrap of material she wears as shorts does nothing to hide her spectacular ass.  She is toned in all the right places, but still has those soft feminine curves. Damn, I have turned into a fourteen year old again, where all you have to do is look at a chick and you get a hard on. I am a navy seal for Christ’s sake! Control yourself man!
      With a deep breath I walk away from my very own wet dream outside the window. I grab a pair of gym shorts and a shirt.  I plan on cleaning up the house and moving things around. I can’t stay here if it looks like Aunt Tara is going to walk in the house at any minute.  Starting with the bedroom, I bring out some new sheet and comforters I bought yesterday. I fold her quilt comforter and put it in the hall closet. As I organize and change things up in the house I try not to let my thought go towards my sexy new neighbor. 5 hours of cleaning and making the house more habitable for me, and I still can’t get Scarlet out of my head. I need to get out of my head for a little bit; so I decided to go for a run. There is nothing like pounding the pavement, and sweating all your thoughts out.
    An hour and 6 miles later, I get close to the house when I hear music blaring from Scarlet’s house.  Sounds like… I’ve got to see this.  I quietly sneak up to her house and peek in the window.  I started laughing so hard I had to grab the railing to stop myself from falling over. Scarlet was inside cleaning. Not just cleaning like normal people. She was listening to This Is How We Do It by Montel Jordan, and was dancing/singing around while cleaning.  “Ever since I was a lower class G, but now I’m a Big G. Hundred dollar bills ya’ll” She sang.  I haven’t heard that song in forever.  “Whatever it is the party is underway.  So tip up your cup and throw your hands up and let me hear the party say. I’m kinda buzzed and it’s all because, THIS IS HOW WE DO IT!”  She continued to sing out.
    The more I watched her, the more fascinated I became. She seems like such a free spirit, someone you could have both fun and serious conversations with. Someone who would keep you entertained.  Some men have issues when it comes to being with women, but not me.  My parents are still happily married; I have been with a lot of women and enjoyed their company. I just haven’t met anyone who has made me want to dive into forever.  I have such a pull towards Scarlet, like I really want to get to know her. Her likes, dislikes, quirks, her favorites, and favorite songs of the 90’s now. Well why not have a little fun with her now.
    She was organizing the bookshelf next to her sectional.  I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer.  I banged loudly on the door and that got her attention. She screamed then turned towards the noise in full on ready to kick ass mode. She was cute, and about the only female I feel like we could spar all day and she would continue to surprise me with her moves.
    It took her a moment then she realized it was me.  She turned down her music then walked over and opened the door, but not quite wide enough to allow him inside.  “What’s up?”
    “Heard you were having a party over here, it sounded like fun.” I winked at her.  She blushed.  “I like music when I clean, it makes it more fun.”  I looked around “Mind if I come in, Aunt Tara