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I snorted, my eyes going back to my house, then to the one on the other side of mine.
“What about the others,” I pointed.
She stood up on her tiptoes, then moved in between me and the window as she tried to look over the car that I just now realized must be in her way.
And her ass rubbed against the tip of my cock, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin and jerk back a step in my haste to get away from her.
She looked behind me in confusion as she felt me abruptly pull away, but then turned around and looked back at the house next to mine.
“I don’t know who that is,” she said. “I’ve been watching this neighborhood for a while now, and I’ve never once seen anybody come in or out of that house. But someone has to be, because the paper is always picked up and so are the mail and packages. I just never see anyone doing it.”
“Weird,” I muttered, turning my back to her and walking back to the fire to stoke it, hoping during the couple of seconds it took for me to get it back up to life that my cock would learn how to control itself.
She knelt down on the floor, reaching under the coffee table and coming back up with the huge box I’d seen earlier.
“The mailman delivered this today,” she said.
I blinked.
“The mailman?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Sure did,” I said. “They had a tractor come down the road and clear the snow off, followed by a truck with some sand.”
“Probably because this is one of the busier roads that everyone uses,” I said. “I didn’t realize they were getting off their asses to do anything today.”
Her brows rose as she lifted the flaps on the box.
“I’m sensing some hostility there,” she heckled.
I winced.
“The fire department, as well as the police department, has to run regardless of road conditions,” I told her. “So it would’ve been nice for them to start doing that shit three days ago rather than today when it’s finally clearing up.”
“It’s still raining,” she said. “And is supposed to rain for the next week.”
“It’s supposed to rain, not snow. And that’s a completely different thing,” I said. “It’s like comparing apples to apple pie. Same fruit, but one’s more complicated than the other. And tastes better.”
She snorted at the comparison. “I don’t like apple pie.”
I gasped in affront. “What kind of Southerner are you?”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Shut up,” she sniffed. “Look what I got today.”
I looked down into the box.
“What…is that?” I asked, staring at the tube filled with white powder.
“This,” she lifted it. “Is a new product that I’m testing out.”
I read the label and my jaw dropped open.
“That’s…insane,” I groaned. “What are you going to do with it?”
She grinned, showing a perfectly straight row of white teeth.
