The last two days a grey Saturn with an older lady in it pulls up along the curb in front of the house and sits there a bit before leaving. It’s more than a bit conspicuous on our little quiet cul-de-sac. I have noticed a pattern so far though.

1. The car pulls up.

2. The lady puts her seat back and kicks her leg up like she’s going to masturbate. (and I’m still not entirely convinced she isn’t exploring her meathole like a debutante on ecstasy)

3. She lights up a smoke.

4. She messes with her phone for a few moments.

5. She tosses the smoke.

6. She bails.

Can’t wait to see if she comes back tomorrow. Maybe I’ll stand in the window and jerk off at her.