Her figure was on par with Rihannas but she had an allure I could not resist. I had often talked to her but I knew too well nothing could ever happen ...between us. After watching the sublime figure of my neighbour I strolled into my living room and began to work on my laptop. I was an author though with my new book was under no time constraints. My eyes soon tired due to the little sleep I had had the previous night so I decided to grab my keys and jog over to an old friends house. I arrived at. And if, I mean when, you drink too much, have somebody sober drive you home". Lisa pouted. "And when I get home, I suppose you'll want... something...?" I just might, if I've been watching porn instead of the Jets."A week and a day later, Lisa stood by her window watching a gentle but depressing rain. She was choosing her outfit for the party and hated everything she tried on. Everything was too old or too out of style or too tight. "Or I'm too fat!" She yanked off the blouse so furiously that. The television that had been above the counter was gone, as was the computer and the old red British phone booth. I was thinking to myself that it must be a different stall but then I noticed the hookah and the pile of pillows in the back corner where previously the old man had been sitting. As I walked in a bird chirped and out of a back area behind some beads, a young man came out carrying a tray of steaming tea. I looked at him and did a double-take. Sunken deep black eyes and huge bushy. We went back into the house to see mom and Aunt Lisa had cheated by putting their clothes back on, but once we saw the spread of chicken parmesan with mashed potatoes spread out on the plates like they came out of a five star restaurant we were all but happy to let it slide, it looked great. We all sat down and within seconds we were devouring the best meal we've had in a long time.“Did you get get it right on the first try mom?” I asked in between mouthfuls.“Yeah, surprisingly your aunts not.