(iii)Carla left them to talk it out.
The neighbor went with her.
They went up the wooden stairs and through the house. Carla went up to the bedroom. She knew the way. Carla had been there before, a frequent flyer when her husband was gone.
The neighbor watched when Carla dropped the dress. He sighed and shook his head.
Said: “Dammit, Carla, I’d love to get on top of you. That body…”
Carla grinned.
“Maybe one day I’ll jerk you off,” she said.
The neighbor’s eyes went wide.
“You mean it?”
Carla chuckled, sitting on the bed to strap the hooker-shoes on.
“Maybe. But not today,” she said.
“f**k, those shoes are crazy,” the neighbor put in.
Carla grinned, then stood up, posing and showing off.
“Like walking on bricks— but aren’t they just so slutty? I love them. My legs look great,”
