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I ran into Evelyn at the local supermarket. Evelyn had been our next-door neighbor for several years before we sold our house. She was a single mom of three and while we only knew each other peripherally, as neighbors, I always quietly admired Evelyn, because she was not only friendly, but very cute, especially when she was wearing her skin-tight yoga pants which showed off her svelte figure.Because I was married, I didn’t put much effort into getting to know Evelyn. Somethings and some folks are not worth risking a marriage over. So, I suffered in silence, knowing what I would like to happen, would never come to fruition.Evelyn chided me for not staying in contact.“I miss seeing you guys,” she declared as we stood awkwardly chatting on aisle six. She picked out a cake mix and placed it into her basket.“You should drop by sometime,” Evelyn remarked. I told her that I didn’t know if my wife, Karen, would feel comfortable coming güvenilir bahis by since we didn’t really all know each other that well when we lived next door to each other.“That’s fine,” Evelyn replied, “You can come by yourself. I’ll make you a cake.”Her words fell on me like a ton of bricks. Her personal invite was a huge surprise and caught me off guard.“Do you think you can sneak away on Friday?” Evelyn asked. Her smile and casual flip of her long brown hair back over her shoulders, spoke the unspoken words.Damn. Before I knew it, I found myself agreeing to come by and see her. I don’t know why I agreed, but I did.Friday came, and I was nervous. My job required an occasional long work day, which Karen didn’t like, but she had gotten use to it. I told her there was a good possibility I may have to work late. She did not like the news. I think what made her the most upset, was that I had picked a day when we were set güvenilir bahis siteleri to go spend the weekend with her family. Karen accused me of planning things to purposefully avoid seeing her mom and dad. I reassured her I was not trying to get out of seeing her parents, even though working late was a good excuse as any, to avoid seeing my mother-in-law whom I loathed. I suggested to Karen that if she wanted to go alone, she could, and I would meet her on Saturday morning at her parent’s house, which was a four hour drive down the road. We had done this a couple of times before and it always worked out well.I called Evelyn once I got to the office. I explained to her the argument that Karen and I had engaged in.“Don’t worry,” Evelyn commented, “She’ll be okay. I’ll make sure our visit is a short one so that perhaps you can take off with Karen.”“Oh, no,” I replied. “I don’t want to spend any more time with my iddaa siteleri mother-in-law than is necessary.”Evelyn laughed.“Ok then,” she replied, “I’ll see you in a little bit.”To say I was a little apprehensive would have been an understatement.I pulled up in front of the house next door to where Karen and I used to live. It was a surreal feeling, walking up the sidewalk to the front door of the house next door to where we had lived for so many years. Selling the house had been a bittersweet experience and I was instantly flooded with so many memories.I rang the doorbell and within seconds, Evelyn was standing in front of me, welcoming me into her house. She sported her trademark skin tight black yoga pants and a pull-over, lose fitting t-short. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail, which she immediately loosened, allowing her hair to fall across her shoulders.“I made you a cake,” Evelyn remarked as I followed her towards the kitchen. “I hope you like carrot cake.”I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turned and smiled, her hands on her hips, looking back at me.“Why do I get the feeling,” she began, ‘that you’re not listening to me?”“Carrot cake,” I stammered.
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