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PETTER'S POINT OF VIEW
- Sh*t ! I hate going to Richet. Especially if it's to watch this chick.
I threw my joggers in the laundry basket that was in front of my bed and put my phone on my small desk, then closed the window that looked out on the rooftops around the building.
No longer wanting to think about this chick, I decided to go take my shower. I took off my t-shirt and just stayed with my underpants to go to the bathroom. I walked fairly quickly through the narrow hallway, lit by a light bulb that flashed like the one in disused hangars in the 1980s horror films.
The water was cold. It penetrated my skin and froze down to my toes. I was shivering. I turned off the tap and brushed off the soap. When I opened it again, no drop of water.
But what the f*ck am I going to do now with all that foam ? P*ss off !
With a towel around my waist, I got out of the shower and almost slipped off on the way to the kitchen. The problem was not just the bathroom, as I thought. The water had been turned off.
Annoyed, frustrated, I couldn't help myself.
- Really, are you serious ? I just missed that ! I cried, looking up at the sky.
Likewise, I left the apartment and knocked at the neighbor's, Madame Devagio. She was an adorable gossip, over fifty years of age. She divided her life between the stories of the neighborhood and her cats, to whom she had a voodoo love.
I stood in front of the door for a moment, then it opened.
- Hi the vioque ...
- Sorry, Petter, but she's not my grandmother.
Oh, dammit, all that was missing was her !
Elene, was Madame Devagio's granddaughter. A pretty redhead with generous curves. We had known each other since we were kids. And let's say that in the past we did each other ... special services. Even if today, I regretted them bitterly.
- What happened to make you go out so scantily clad and with all this foam on your body ?
Elene while asking her question let her hand slide from my chest to the top of my towel.
I had a movement of repulsion, despite this, she did not budge.
- I thought it was clear Elene ...
- Still, it was bestial between us, huuumm. Come and let me warm you up or else with all this cold, you risk having a cold, she said almost cooing.
His remark had turned my stomach upside down. I no longer wanted to dwell on old demons.
- No way, I just want to know if I can take a shower.
- Don't be so cold with me, mi amor, you know that makes my temperature rise.
Elene sent her hand to the center of my pelvis. I couldn't help but stop him with a firm gesture.
- Stop Elene !
The young redhead jumped. I realized my stern tone. Despite the embarrassment that tied my throat, I did not budge :
- It's just that I no longer want to relive that, or to make you relive that.
- I don't mind, you see, she said, putting her hand on my pecs.
Despite my words, the girl did not seem to budge. She still had a flirtatious smile. So I turned around.
The path leading to my door faced me, when suddenly Madame Devagio's voice held me back.
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