New Neighbor, New Lover
My first view of her was through her bedroom window
Part One -- Exhibition There was something familiar about her; at first I couldn’t figure it out. Her name was Carolyn, but that wasn’t what jogged my memory. Was it her face? Did she look like somebody I knew twenty years ago, back in college? I couldn’t picture it, because she wasn’t the right age; neither of us were. Like me, she looked to be on the high side of thirty-five, maybe forty; in my opinion, the sexiest age...