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This is a simple story based on real events, real people and a real situation, but is completely fictional. Don’t be confused, most of what you are about to read occurred, names have been changed, and so have places and descriptions. This is completely unrelated to any story or series that I have written, posted or published and any similarities in situations or conversations are merely writing style. There is no harem or chaos, no nonsense, and the situation about to be described happened before I realized it was happening. For the ambulance chasing attorney looking to catch someone doing something, this is a work of fiction and does not represent anyone real or imagined, even if it is based on it.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction. Names have been randomly generated then chosen to suit the characters. The ‘title’ is an intentional play on words meant simply to invoke thought.

My name is Jeff, I am 30 years old, stand 5’ 11” with short black hair, hazel eyes, an average, mostly in-shape physique, and was single at the time this began or occurred. Because women lie, manipulate and play ‘dating games’ while ‘shopping’ or ‘talking’ to several men at once, usually in secret, I had essentially given up trying. Women lie, get over it, they lie. The bottom line is I was not looking for love, romance or even friendship, and certainly didn’t expect it to occur right in front of me so that I nearly missed it.

I have a great job, career really, as an Office Manager of a local business that combines Data Entry and Accounting services. I’ve been there 11 years, promoted three times, and aside from three wealthy owners who are rarely around, I essentially run everything. I have an HR Manager, an Accounting Manager and a Data Entry Manager, they each have a Supervisor, and I even have a Personal Assistant.

None of which matters when it comes to Kate.

Her full name is Kathryn, she’s 29 years old, stands 5’ 10” with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, seems to be in great shape, and the kindest, politest, truly nicest person I have ever met.

She also lives literally next door to me.

My condo is number 734 and hers is number 735.

Kate has been my neighbor for more than a year that I know of, but to be fair and honest, I never really paid attention to her or anyone else in the building because of work. By the time I get home, I just eat something, usually delivery or take out, catch up on my shows via streaming, then go to bed and do the same thing the next day. On weekends I clean my already clean condo, spend time with my parents or friends, and after my last two breakups wouldn’t know a girl was flirting with me if she stopped me, handed me a note, then told me.

A couple of observations, I eventually found out Kate does home billing and customer service for Amazon. Also, once I paid more attention to her and started to see her around, Kate seemed to dress conservatively, sort of like a proper housewife meets Librarian. Long dresses, pants, jeans and slacks, long sleeve blouses and sweaters, hoodies even. I think I might have seen her coming back from the gym, a run or working out once, but even then she was completely covered in maroon leggings or spandex, what might have been a blue tank top, and a hoodie zipped almost completely up.

I’m a guy, and as time passed, I was curious, what kind of body did Kate have?

She seemed to be fit, or at least in shape, and who knows, maybe she was concerned about her weight, if she had any, or maybe she wanted to dress like a lady? Because our contacts were so brief, almost rushed, it took months to even find out she was alone. Her ex-husband wasn’t around, her only daughter was away at college and favored her father. It’s not that I didn’t care to know more, I just didn’t care. I was always polite, offered to help carry bags in if she had been shopping, smiled, waved and spoke when I saw her, but was always in the middle of something, just leaving, or just getting home when I would see her in passing.

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