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By *onny Bones OP Man
over a year ago
a block away from heaven |
September wasn’t the hottest of months and my strawberries were struggling with amount of rainfall. Still I was stuck at home, no work and bored out of my mind. I’m nothing close to being green fingered but everybody recommends gardening as a good way to relax. I’m okay with little jobs but since the fence went down in the winds we’ve had did this all get exciting.
Their garden has been overgrown for some time. Their grass is almost the height of the windows and the bushes are overgrown. I was out there on Monday and heard whimpers, moans and groans. I looked up but all of the upper windows were closed. Then I heard the sound of a whip against flesh. Joan was in the conservatory, bent over the table with a tall black man standing behind her. Definitely not Hitesh, her Asian husband. I didn’t know where to look. I tried to dart back inside, but slipped on the wet grass. As I stood up, I noticed they’d stopped and were looking out the window, straight at me. I made that smile awkward smile face and carried on into the house.
About 4:45pm there was a knock on the door. Nobody there, just a carton of chocolates with a post it note with just the initial J on it. Obvious who had left it there, and a clear sign of guilt from her. I didn’t care, it’s not my place to say anything. Plus I didn’t really like Hitesh! I didn’t go into the garden on Tuesday as it was pissing down all day! I did on Wednesday about lunch time. I was out there until 2:00pm. And then I heard that loud cracking noise. Again and again and again. I knew straight away what it was and knew where it was coming from. This time the conservatory door was wide open. Instead of being bent over the table Joan was standing with her hands pressed against the window. She faced out toward my garden. She was clearly enjoying what was happening. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move after each lash was delivered. I look over her shoulder expecting to see her black lover. He wasn’t there, this time a really slim, white guy. He could see me watching them and was smirking at me. I came to after staring for a while. I went inside but went upstairs and watched out of the window as she turned on him , threw him down and rode this poor lad until he could take no more.
Again at 4:45pm, half hour before Hitesh normally got home, there was a knock at the door. This time a smaller box of chocolates! Underneath the box was a single condom with a post it note with just initial J on it. I giggled to myself, went inside, chucked the rubber on the side and tucked into the chocs.
I’m stood here now in the garden, going through the forums. The entire house is in darkness, except a small light in the window of their conservatory. Weirdly the door is open and the silhouette of Joan can be seen in the door way. She knows I’m here. She’s looking right at me. The condom is on the side and her door is open... |
