Daring To Bare It
An older woman bares all to her new neighbor.
I'd long gotten used to the quiet of the country. For almost thirty years, I'd lived well outside the town limits. My small house was on a gravel, dead-end road, and only a few other dwellings were within sight of mine. I took privacy for granted, never bothering to close my curtains. Sometimes I forgot to lock my doors. The house on my left had always been a little too close for comfort; from my bedroom window, I had a c...
