I soon found to a way to make a move on her .I started to help her in her household works..I got many chances to see her boobs when she bends to take ...something.Her skin was white, so it was a nice view to watch.I even had chance to touch her boobs while taking jars and other things kept near her side.At first she kept her distance from me but as soon as I started to help her in her works she started to sit close to me,we watched tv together and did many things together. One day while cleaning. ‘You ever think about doing something different with your hair, Stacy?’ Apparently, Bruce still wanted to talk. ‘Like what,’ she asked, ‘Shave it off?’ She wasn’t in the mood to humor sales weasels. Bruce was the weaseliest of the weasels… and the slowest to take a hint. ‘No, you know, let it grow. Maybe color it a bit.’ Stacy shook her head, flicking past a bunch of invoices from a company she didn’t recognize, she thought she knew them all. Wait, what the hell, 2004? How did she get hold of. I changed to my nighty and of course, wore inners this time. I was cleaning up the entire room, while they were sitting and gossiping over there. After I cleaned up the things, I went sat near them reading up my magazines.I noticed that his friend was staring at me. I was kind of liking it but wasn’t fully into it. So I left and lay on my bed, reading magazine, slowly dozed off to sleep. I felt thirsty in the middle of the night. Searched for the water bottle, but my lazy husband didn’t refill. " "Hmph." "Where are you from?" "Chicago." "How did you end up here?" he asked, blue eyes questioning me. "Look, why does it matter so much?" "Why are you so defensive? I was only asking, Jordan." I glared at him, and kept walking, ignoring him as much as I could. "Can I buy you an ice cream?" he nodded towards the ice cream stand. "No," I replied, annoyed again. "Watching the weight? You don't need to, you're beautiful, honey." I stopped and stared at him, mouth scrunched in an effort.