It was 6 am when the alarm went off. She opened her eyes and automatically jumped out of bed. In no time, she was walking around the neighbourhood.
Two blocks away from her house she came across a small pedestrian bridge. Underneath there was a running creek. She started crossing the bridge but stood in the middle of it for a few seconds and then continued with her morning exercise.
Just a week earlier she had moved house once again. The rental crisis in Adelaide was at its peak but for some reason that didn’t seem to apply to her. Not her, no. She always got what she wanted and this new house was no exception. She went to the inspection on a Friday, applied on a Saturday and was signing the lease contract on Monday. She got the keys the same day, but her rent would start running from the following Friday. She was smart, a good negotiator.
At her former place, the neighbours didn’t like her. Perhaps because of the parade of men that would cross her front door? She was attractive and had a refined manner. Single, seemed like a happy person, but no one likes that level of ‘freedom’. How she behaved contrasted with her innocent appearance.
She liked working men; not because they worked hard, but because of their smell.
The sweat in their neck, chest, armpits and even between their legs drove her crazy. She was very clear in asking her male visitors not to shower before the action and they would follow suit, no questions asked.
Her door was like a portal to another world.
She was a good lover, so men would try to gain a second invitation to her domain but very few achieved it. During those encounters she spoke little, almost nothing, but the men didn’t care. They went home exhausted and satisfied.
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