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It had taken two years, but Susan was finally back on her feet after the divorce. It wasn’t like Gary (A.K.A “The Shit”) had ever made a ton of money, but he had been able to at least support them in their small apartment while Susan slogged her way through nursing school. Alone now, Susan found herself facing the choice between education and rent, not to mention utilities, car payments, and groceries. After a miserable evening crying in the dark over a bowl of cold instant ramen after the electricity cut off, she finally swallowed the last of her pride and moved back in with her parents.It was hard to believe that was only two years ago. It seemed like another lifetime. And while she was grateful to have a place to stay while she got her shit together, she was also glad to finally be out of her parents’ house. It wasn’t just the fact that a thirty-six-year-old woman living with her parents was kind of pathetic, but her mother in particular took every opportunity to remind her that her marriage had failed, that she wasn’t getting any younger, and they thought they’d have at least a couple of grandkids by now. Looking back, Susan doubted that she really could have raised children with The Shit, but her mother still clung to the fantasy.Susan shook her head to clear it of all the bad memories, then looked around the new place. Sure, the furniture she’d brought with her from her parent’s house was familiar, but the house was new. And it was all hers! It made her feel like a real adult for the first time in a long time. Thanks to her parents, she had graduated school, and even managed to get a steady job at the Clinton State University clinic allowing her to save enough money for a down payment.With the last of the boxes unloaded from the truck, her mother had offered to help with the unpacking, while her father examined all the door locks, faucets and light switches with the odd Ankara escort grunt and mutter. Susan was eager to be on her own, and assured them that she’d be fine. After a final hug each, she sent them on their way, and then collapsed onto the sofa, basking in her solitude.A bead of sweat ran down her cheek to her chin. Susan wiped at it with the back of her hand. Moving in had been quite a workout. She pulled the bottom of her T-shirt and waved it, attempting to fan air over her torso. Not getting the desired effect, she looked around, and let it fully sink in: she was finally, truly alone. With devilish excitement that was more childish than she’d like to admit, she pulled the T-shirt off over her head and let it drop carelessly to the floor, exposing her tits to the empty living room. After another minute without anyone to object, she stood and stripped out of her shorts.Now totally naked, she began to dance around the house without an ounce of shame or embarrassment. She went from the living room to the kitchen, and then back to the bathroom where she admired her body in the large mirror on the wall. She squeezed a buttock, lifted a breast, ran her hands over her stomach and down her thighs. Still in pretty good shape, she thought. She knew of several women her age who were already starting to show signs of age, but fortunately, she wasn’t one of them. She hoped The Shit missed that about her. Whatever else he accused her of being, old and ugly weren’t it. Satisfied, she danced back into the living room. She thought she might try hooking up her stereo so she could have some music to accompany her little spins and jumps.“Uhh… Hi,” said a nervous voice, startling Susan. She spun around to find a teenaged boy standing awkwardly in her doorway. He was probably seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a yellow basketball jersey and a pair of shorts. Ankara escort bayan His eyes bulged in amazement, scanning from her breasts to the small hairless mound between her thighs and back again.“Shit!” she swore, spinning around looking for something to cover herself with. Her towels and robes were still packed in boxes. Finally, she crossed the room, aware of the boy’s steady gaze on her body, and pulled off a sofa cushion. It just barely concealed her nudity. “Who the hell are you?”“I’m Aiden Braun,” said the teen, looking worried. “From next door?… My parents said to bring you this.”Susan at last noticed that he was carrying a casserole dish in his hands.“How’d you get in?” Susan demanded to know.“It was open,” Aiden defended nervously. “I swear! We saw you moving in. They must have left the door open when they left with the truck. I wasn’t trying to see nothing. Honest. Here!”Aiden dropped the casserole on top of a stack of boxes by the door. Then his hands went to the front of his pants to hide what was more than the beginning of a hard-on. Despite the boy’s athletic build, the gesture was so awkward it disarmed Susan’s initial alarm. Aiden was clearly embarrassed.“I’m really sorry,” Aiden continued. “Please don’t tell my parents.”“Jesus, Aiden,” Susan said, “Just get the hell out of here. And next time knock.”“I did knock,” Aiden argued.“Then call out,” Susan returned.“I did!” Aiden persisted.“Then do it louder,” Susan shot back. “Just go!”Aiden turned and quickly retreated.“And thank your parents for the casserole,” Susan shouted after him before the screen door banged shut behind him, though she doubted he heard her.She walked to the threshold, glanced up and down the empty street and then closed the heavy inside door, making sure to lock it. With the door secure, she returned to the couch, fit the cushion back into place, Escort Ankara and then collapsed onto it. A smile spread across her lips like the first crack in a dam, and quickly grew into hysterical laughter. She recalled the boy’s awkwardness, and wondered if she might have been the first woman he’d ever seen naked.“You see, Susan,” she mock-chastised herself. “This is why you can’t be an adult. First opportunity to prove you’re a responsible member of society and you’re throwing yourself naked at the first neighbor boy you meet!” Another fit of giggles overtook her.***It took just a couple of days to finish unpacking her things. For whatever reason (Susan suspected there was some kind of insult buried in the gesture), her father had insisted on giving her his camping equipment, even though she’d never been camping in her life. “You never know,” he had said. Now, they were the final two boxes left to find a space for, and all available space was accounted for in the closets, and garage. The only options left were the attic or the trash. After a few minutes consideration, she decided to store the equipment.There was an access panel in the ceiling of the hallway, with a cord hanging down. She had to carry a chair all the way upstairs from her dining table. Even standing on it, it was a stretch, but finally, she was able to reach the cord. With a loud violent rattle, the panel pulled downward on a hinge, and a metal ladder came crashing out down to the floor.“Jesus,” Susan said, catching her breath. She’d nearly fallen off the chair, but managed to keep her balance. Carefully, she stepped down and moved around the ladder. She gazed up into the dark attic. “Jesus,” she said again, feeling a little creeped out.Susan gathered her nerves, and then took one of the boxes in her arms. Slowly she wrestled it up the steps of the ladder and into the attic. Climbing up behind it, she found a space of exposed insulation, cobwebs and wooden beams. A plank walkway (or crawlway, since there wasn’t enough room to stand up completely), had been constructed over several of the beams. Once she was up she found there was at least a little light filtering in through decorative windows.
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